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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He said I alone can solve it all: The Mexicans will take the fall, Rapists and murderers one and all. I'll keep them out with a beautiful wall. He claimed Muslims on the Jersey Shore Cheered 9/11 with a roar. So he proposed to even the score By turning away refugees from our door. He picked off his rivals one by one With insults from his verbal gun. A playground bully in his roots; Now some of the vanquished lick his boots. ... Think what he'd do if he brought into play The FBI and NSA. Like Nixon he’d create a mess With the help of the IRS. He could reshape the Pentagon And stack the Court As if in a game Or perverted sport. Treaties we rely on now He might simply disavow; And let the Russians have their way If the Baltics didn’t pay. ... He flirts with white power And dictators abroad; Talks of conspiracies, Dark secrets and fraud. Evidence is absent And so is the truth; Dissecting his meaning Can require a sleuth. “Believe me” he’ll say, As facts slip away; And then walk it back With an “I don’t know” crack. He mocks the disabled And impugns a judge; It’s as though someone cabled “Keep sending us sludge!” They said he would pivot, But how could he change? For this is a man Of limited range. ... To him experts are nothing, Not even the generals. He thinks himself wise, But what kind of owl Screeches all day And puts on a scowl? His hair in a rage, He’s off on a rant. His mind thinks thoughts That most of ours can’t. “I’m sending the nukes And feel fresh as a daisy.” To him this is smart; To the rest of us, crazy. A Muslim dad with a book Is to him just a crook; “Who wrote that speech?” Asks the man whose own wife Mouthed words from another’s life. And a Gold Star mother Contorted in grief Is not even entitled To simple belief; POWs are losers – The insults abound. Why is someone so tawdry Even around? ... Love trumps hate; Or so they say. But darkness is deep And people, clay. Fear mixed with rage Is a potent brew. Hitler knew it; Mussolini too. ... Ties, wine and buildings It’s all just a brand. Like a bogus university Built on nothing but sand. He wants immigrants out, Except for his wives. For they alone Know his true size. It’s all a disaster, He says, but wait! Elect me now And I’ll make it great. This is a shortened version. Full poem available on the Huffington Post.
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