Politics and Poetry - Is Hate Really the Answer

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer Why write a poem of hate about Trump He’s been there just over a week Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump It still matters not what they seek He cussed and he lied and they think that he cheated While she was an angel for sure Still not accepting that she was defeated With her server on her basement floor They say that this guy he don’t act Presidential He talks like some dude in the hood Just like a neighbor, a friend, residential That proves then that he is no good He lunges at beautiful women parading This guy never can get his fill Though they never minded the task of evading Monica’s blue dress and Bill I guess it just feels better when they are shouting This terrible feeling they tote To me it just seems like a big bunch of pouting Perhaps some forgot how to vote Now we see protesters clog up the city Vulgar the words they do lob If you ask me I would say it’s a pity Why don’t these folks have a job I’m guessing this problem, Trumps’ also to blame No work must be fueling their fears But wait now, I don’t think that he is the same Who sat in that chair for eight years They scream for the people his order is banning This policy that they abhor Though back when the Donald was happily tanning Barrack did the same thing and more He called it a pause, whispered, it’s temporary Kept them from reaching our coast In secretive silence this news he did carry Always a wonderful host But I don’t recall hearing people complaining No “you are a racist” was heard No hate escaped from some loud voices straining Not even one single F-word Now Schumer is weeping, his fake tears are falling Crying, “This man is so mean” Though not long ago old Chuck he was calling For banning and vetting extreme Both sides of his mouth to me it is sounding Claiming that he’ll never quit I’ve got a huge headache, my head it is pounding Can anyone say hypocrite But Donald, that creep, he made fun of a cripple Waving his arms in the air While I don’t remember it causing a ripple When Obama, the same he did share The laughter on Kimmel was on the floor rolling The POTUS excuse I am sure When the Special Olympics were said of his bowling Their handicap tied to his score But now we all find it’s a whole different story Some didn’t get what they want Cheering the sound of a Meryl Streep fury While all the rest of us grunt I didn’t cast not one vote for Obama But accepted the office he won Then didn’t whine and go cry to my mama And think that the country was done I never threatened to blow up the White House Like some has been singer might do Or paint on a sign about raping his spouse That’s such a sick point of view Yes you are welcome to have your opinion Just try to use some restraint And don’t try to change me, I won’t be your minion Mine is a mind you can’t taint Live and let live, now my penned invitation Thank you if you stopped to glance For I still am proud of this wonderful nation Let’s give the new guy a chance I am not very political and hardly ever include it in my poetry. But it is really starting to bother me the amount of hate that I see everywhere now about our President. The news, the internet and now hateful poetry. I get it that some don’t like the guy but if they don’t like someone at work or at school or at the mall or wherever, is attacking that person the answer? Is posting nasty things about them on the internet or social media the answer? Is destroying private property and threatening innocent people the answer? Is acting like a bunch of uncivilized, ignorant, uneducated, DEPLORABLE people the answer? I am sure I will lose most of my readers here because of this but fair is fair. They way I see it, the guy deserves a chance and if he messes it up, then I will say I was wrong. “All we are saying, is give peace a chance” – John Lennon