Gail Foster Poet Political Verse

Our Jerusalem

- on Donald Trump’s visit to the United Kingdom
(with apologies to William Blake)

And in the heat of summer time
Walking by England’s fountains seen
A man who thought he was a God
And King of England’s pastures green

We did not countenance his crime
Drew lines upon our crowded hills
And sang Jerusalem, Trump is here
Among us - dark Satanic chills

Bring me balloons of tan and gold
Bring me cartoons and bold satire
Bring tea and beer; Oh, clowns untold!
Bring me the jokes that will not tire

I will bring cheese to fuel the fight
Or something silly in my hand
This isn’t Trump’s Jerusalem
And we don’t want him in our land

© Gail Foster 12th July 2018

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Lyric Man July 13, 2018 at 1:31 PM I don't think people realize that Trump feeds off of this. He only won because he wasn't ignored. We play his game and lose?!?! Gail Foster July 13, 2018 at 3:26 PM Protesting against Trump, in the only way I know how, is a matter of conscience for me. All the best to you.

Agnes Krampe July 13, 2018 at 7:58 AM I love the hymn, and I enjoyed your parody of it. Satire is the only response to the insanity. Gail Foster July 13, 2018 at 3:09 PM Thanks for the read, Agnes. I do like a bit of satire.