Dedicated to 45 and 47, the felon with 34 criminal convictions
He strides across the planks of history
He never sleeps
And, when he smiles, his face contorts
To a sickening, disfigured mass
He walks along his northern border
Invective embellishing his words
With the entrails of democracy.
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His greed has turned
His hands to grasping claws
Clutching, taking
Never reciprocation
He was ever thus
He was ever stinking
With the stench that
Only evil knows.
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His omnipresence suffocates
His foul words
Their venom destroying any who would withstand
His corrupt obscenity
The merciless grin
As he consumes the landscape
He has claimed to whet the appetite
That leaves him ugly, cloaked
With the lies he has birthed
With the monster he has fathered.
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We hear him as we sleep
In nightmares too absurd to countenance
Too absurd, yet they stink of truth.
He told you all
He told you how
His path was clear
His plan was set.
And yet you closed your eyes
You blocked your ears
And tried to dismiss such ugliness
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And now he walks
Cloaked by dishonor
His foul maw full
And blighting all
Until his appetite is sated.
Must we despair?
Must we refuse the fight?
What will we win?
What will we save?
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The countries sigh
And hope to find their strength
For he will desecrate
The world that they have known
Then journey on into their bespoiled future.
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Love Letters Through Time
Context: Grace (Gráinne) Gifford, was a participant in the Irish nationalist struggle against British rule, which led to ‘The Easter Rising’, Easter Monday, 1916 in Dublin, Ireland. She was betrothed to one of the leaders, who were due to be executed the morning after being taken prisoner. Joseph and Grace were married the night before in his prison cell. Joseph (Seosamh Pluinceid)) was one of the leaders of The Rising, a signatory of the Irish Proclamation and, in death, a revered Irish hero. These are my imaginings of ‘her’ final words to him. I include a few words in Irish Gaelic as the movement that led to the rebellion favored speaking Irish, instead of English. I would wager a guess, as they were both poets and writers in the Irish republican movement that she would have chosen to marry her love of country with her love of him in expressing her devotion.
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This poem describes a cancer, that follow an uncontrolled path to self-detruction. Your words are powerful.
This is a rough, and highly charged poem, with a sense of indignant righteousness. "The phrase, 'With the entrails of democracy,' is so graphic and so violent a figure, so exactly adapted to the force of demolition described." It makes your breath stop, sensing the weight of the warning, as well as the cry for action.🤎