James Moore Poet Narrative

The Intersectional House of Cards Has Fallen

Ding dong the witch is dead
And her intersectional house of cards
Built on a shaky swamp of lies
Is now tumbling, blown away
And burned to the ground.

Who could not see this coming 
10 years ago, five years ago, one year ago,
The inevitable backlash to tyranny?

The truth is it was always a toss up,
And it took a political groundswell
To open the doors to disinfection
By the cleansing power of light and air
Good old reason and common sense.

Gone are the days when DEI 
Was forced down our throats
On our knees, hands tied behind our backs.

The witch with gun to our head may be gone
But her policies and lingering stench
Still fill the halls of power, 
And like all things evil,
She can always rise from the dead.

Ding dong the witch is dead
So today we celebrate, dance and sing
And stomp the ground above her grave.

(2/21/26)

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