Ghazal for America, 2018
Tell another tale: build a wall high and thick, brick by brick.
Kill the sick, grab the chick. That’ll make us great again.
Parched of reason, we’re Jonesing for more Kool-Aid.
Guzzle it down, quick now. We’ll never be sated again.
Men with power suffer blood drain from the brain, get too
keen on their peen, can’t they just stay home and masturbate again?
Editors drop fly attracting dung bombs defining reality in six words
or less. Fire all the headline writers and tell it straight again.
Send Sherman to march on Congress, leave no regulation unturned,
un-spurned, burn it all down faster than dems can create again.
Elected hoods robbin’ from the poor muse: sure would be nice
to tax ‘em and leave ‘em, to the rich we can donate again.
Politicos drain from swamp, leave billionaire snakes,
racist rats and nationalist alligators to alienate again.
Jesus must have said love your guns and your money as yourself.
How else would the Christians fall for the bait again?
Sticks and stones might break our bones but AR-15’s are harmless –
just ignore the dead children – can we ever close the flood gate again?
Not my fault says the bitter twitter assault. So bad, so sad
our prez eloquently opines. Will the abhorrent torrent ever abate again?
Go grand with your claim, never accept the blame: surely it must be
the black guy or that nasty woman. See how easy it is to hate again?
From seeds of integrity we harvest trees of fake news,
putting truth beyond our ken – and so we obfuscate again.
©2018 Kenneth W. Arthur