Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
Triskaidekaphobia describes a fear Of the number 13, so I hear I’ve found it in a headline today As Triskaidekatrumpia – another way To describe the fear sweeping the nation Of the Butterscotch Fog’s celebration For his ICE agents’ successful deportations And his sweeping ban on new immigration. His successes are few, he has had hiccups But in his game of golf, he hails the cup His ban was barred by a Federal judge Who Trump disliked and thought a pudge. His healthcare reform was heartless and evil People revolted and he hid like a weevil Sent Ryan to talk to the nation and explain He was hiding, his hatred of losing, his pain. Blowing things up has been his one success Of this accomplishment, I do not jest It’s causing the fear that’s sweeping the nation Triskaidekatrumpia is in battle formation Folks armed with words, planes armed with bombs For both, Donald Trump has sounded alarm Battles right and left, bombs on the ground The heart of our nation is nowhere to be found. He marches 'cross regulatory and services land Continues destroying work from Obama’s hand His latest announcement has me in tears Setting us back at least fifty years To ensure Melania remains first in the land, Make room for Ivanka’s unknown child plan, Michelle’s initiatives were promptly banned; Trump represses girls' education like the Taliban. Healthy school lunches are threatening him He might have a populace he could not win. "Letting Girls Learn" abuses the federal dollar, And physical programs let children holler Too loud for Trump to stand; he’s in misery Watching children exercise, being healthy. Instead he’ll meet with the tyrannical screener Of a skinny nation for the scoop on leaner. Triskaidekatrumpia spread worse than I thought Fear of the Donald ties our stomachs in knots. Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |