God Help the Disunited States

Call the Dalai Lama, Christ Mohammed, and the Fates Call the Druids, and the Rabbis Call the angels, and their mates Call the scientists and physicists To measure and collate Call psychologists who understand And artists who create Call the clowns who see things sideways And the writers who narrate Get them all around the table, midst The wildly spinning plates With biscuits, tea, and fairy cakes And someone to translate Doing icebreakers, and mindfulness And role play, and debate And let them come up with a miracle This madness to abate That will stop the Trump thing in his tracks Or trip him on a trait For Hilary’s annoying And her shiny hardness grates But Trump will make the USA A horrid hell of hate Let’s hope that this committee Of all the good and great Who wield the wisdom of the world And spiritual weight Can devise some cosmic strategy The Trump thing to deflate Before America becomes The Disunited States © Gail Foster 2016