Suddenly, everyone was wearing red hats.
Those that didn’t were vilified, even pushed around.
Beneath their crimson brims they screamed of country.
People without proper hats were scared to go outside.
They had to sneak around at night, keep out of sight,
risking harm in their own neighborhoods.
Some preferred blue hats, but would never say so.
Eventually, it was easier just to get one, to blend with
those marching about the streets and restricted zones.
Of course one didn’t have to really like them.
After all, it was just a color.