Charles 'Hank' Bukowski wrote frequently about the social/political climes of his day. He always
inspires me to think, to write, to rage!!
A buffoon for a leader Gauche, socially inept Waves his arms around trying to find words In his limited vocabulary A little yellow man waits, with a war head, To blow the west coast into the sea The Russian bear awakes from a decades long sleep Sniffs around the buffoon and his weak spots Where to strike first? Muslim street gangs live to destroy the fat, over-indulgent, rich country and the infidels A country of immigrants lock its doors Go from house to house, plucking out the illegals, leaving families decimated Has Hitler finally reincarnated? Meanwhile the planet warms so that one can hardly recognize it Dear Hank, Nothing new here
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