Everyday Poems

Can a man
With an orange tan
Do whatever
He says he can
To enact
His hateful plan
And fulfill the things
On which he ran

Making America
‘Grate’ again
An endless refrain
Regardless
Of the pain
Inflicted for his gain
Moral compass gone
To the altar
Of mamon

A self proclaimed king
With the aim
Of perpetual
Reign, who
Treats the constitution
With disdain
A third term of the same
When will
America’s people learn
That
Trump will only give them
Pain

The abandonment
Of Ukraine
To international
Disdain
Appeasement again
An indelible stain
On America’s
Great name

Israel, Russia
Do your will
Civilian blood
You can spill
For in the West
There is no will
For you to account
For those you kill

For Donald
And his band
There is
No line in the sand
Making demands
On Canada, Ukraine
And Greenland
In fact wherever
Precious metals
Can be panned

No transgender
In his world where
Boys are boys
And girls are girls
Women are women
And men are men
Barbie and Ken
All over again

So unite
And join the fight
In our number
Take heart
Don’t let him
Pull us apart
For Trump is
A man with no heart
Who’s name is
A polite word
For fart