'Tis a time of sheer madness, when
all through the land
Blows a rumble and roar from a man,
"I'm so grand."
He revels in ignorance, bigotry, "close every gate,"
throws in misogyny, anything to bait
His mean mass of followers,
all snug in their hate, with visions of America,
Their un-United States.
They dress in their anger and he
in his rage,
I spring from my bed to put
words on this page.
Away to my pc, I fly like a flash
it's Donald, it's Trump,
The Pres., with the bundle of cash,
a miniature man with a mind
In the gutter, "Don't come down my chimney,"
I clearly did utter.
His hair like an orange, his mouth like a guppy,
a fake tweet comes out and even disgusts my sad puppy.
A blink of Trump's eye, a twist of his head
confirms, yes, for sure, I have everything to dread.
Every word that he speaks signals danger ahead.
I so want to run, hide under my bed,
When I hear him exclaim, (wish he'd drive out of sight),
"Make America great again," I know, he's not right.
He wants to return to a time from before,
when freedom and justice were not for the poor, and the others
All unwelcome at his White House door.
by Nancy Freedman Goldstein
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Nancy Freedman Goldstein says:
I think I always knew I'd be
A poet, writer happily.
A poet first, when in third grade,
My classmates chose the poem I made.
A melody we did create;
Sang my poem on stage, first rate.
Then to grown-up publications,
Plus two more qualifications.
Teaching kids, then entrepreneur,
Now poetry, rhyme connoisseur.
Poems, parodies, love of words,
Celebrate poets - we're not nerds!