Trumpiad I - Work In Progress
« Fools are my theme and satire is my song. »
George Gordon, Lord Byron
I
Donald Trump is an ignorant man,
Put in power by a populist gang,
Property dealer of some renown
Rode with post-truth into town.
‘A living libel on mankind’,
On money likes to keep his mind,
Cabinet filled with billionaires
Huddled rich in hunt for chances
Use their office to make advances,
Increase billions by four or five,
To make them feel their still alive
II
O, Ye great bulletins of Bonaparté,
Paton’s D-Day address to the Armé,
Abe on « a nation born in liberté »,
Churchill to the House in 1940 !
And now D. Trump, 45th president,
Tweets on Twitter setting a precedent,
Policy thought conveyed with such thrift -
Surely a sign of a nation adrift.
But look on the bright side : what a relief !
When Trump talks at length, it’s my belief,
Anacoluthia attack him in shoals,
Grammar left full of great gaping holes,
Collapses in dire, illiterate heaps.
Something to be said for infantile tweets,
Though geo-strategy run off so quick
Speaks of a nation decidedly sick.
Trump’s got a thing ‘bout alternative facts,
Alternative lies masquerading as acts
He thinks are truer than truly true facts ;
So obsessed by media mendacity,
Loses track of simple veracity,
Disorder like this makes for confusion,
Trump KO’ed by semantic contusion,
Is he speaking the truth or spouting lies ?
Makes him a fool in everyman’s eyes.
Copyright © Hilary Barnes | Year Posted 2017
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