I am Q

I am Q

A Poem by Montag

How do followers of QANON see the world?


I am Q


We hear children crying in the night

we’re quickly told it’s our imagination

that we’re not marching in the right formation

the world is pat and unromantic 

built with bricks of disenchantment

Still, a child cries.  We’re forced to think

by clicking on a link to do our own research

as we’ve learned to do in the church

of Q


Love of country, fear of God.  We hold the truth

all they have are dissertations and sneers and proofs

they tell us to keep our voices lower and how to push a baby stroller

that it isn’t right to know that Christ was white

that His eyes are deepest blue


I am QANON hear me roar

in numbers too big to ignore

and I know too much to go back and pretend


I am Q.  I am foretold

a Great Awakening now unfolds

angels’ trumpets make a joyful sound; Christ appears

then drops on down

to give to us the world anew

He says, ‘For these, the least of my children

what now will you do?’

© 2021 Montag

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Added on June 10, 2021
Last Updated on June 14, 2021
Tags: Q, QANON, cult, politics



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