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CHAPTER 2

“My political voice began to jump, with so much material, I wrote of Trump.”

Politics

As two or more groups get together,

And try to influence one another,

Complications seem to mount, agreements

Become elusive, even among brothers.

These people of power and voice

Often forget their priorities,

Looking more like novice frat boys and

Sisters of sororities.

Only through flexibility and clarity

Can a compromise emerge and prevail.

As minds come together and

Conflicts erode, common goals will not derail.

Most important of all, they must be

Involved and not blind

To the issues that surround, no matter

How difficult one might find.

Legislat—Or?

There was a time, long ago,

Where those chosen to lead us

Were respected, admired, and revered.

Nowadays, this trend seems to have shifted…

Those politically powerful

Are often hated or feared.

This change in perception manifest slowly.

It didn’t just happen overnight.

Many years were needed here as this

Brew fermented, with a vintage clearly in sight.

What’s been seen over the years are statesmen

Who’ve acquired amnesia toward those they work for,

Becoming allied to varied special interests,

As if those groups are impossible to ignore.

As a nation already having great diversity,

It would seem unnecessary,

To add fuel to the fire and divide.

Many are expecting more from their elected,

The need for integrity through the rough,

Political waters, while navigating

To the unified.

The Trump Card

This event evolved to a unique spectacle,

With history’s promise to record

The brazen newcomer, and a former first lady,

Verbally sparring to be the new lord.

This political process can become ugly,

Causing many to turn away.

Yet the effect cannot be ignored,

As people’s votes seem to sway.

So how was it possible, this victory made,

Through all the division and the hate?

Seems that focusing on certain fears and prior glories…

It becoming our current fate.

Bipartisan Memo to Potus

Date: June 2017

To: President Trump, aka The Donald

Decisions made recently have been divisive,

And quite frankly, more difficult to support.

All the while, many heads have been left scratching,

Wondering not if, but when, the issue will be in court.

Between personal, social, or financial histories, and those

“Pesky” foreign policies, it’s hoped some consensus may be seen.

Otherwise, some wagons may be circling,

As if a coming quarantine.

Clearly, it’s getting pretty damn hot here in the

Kitchen, with many wanting to get out,

Constituents, angered and more vocal, are no

Longer talking—they’re here to shout!

With so much friction and division, we can’t

Move forward, often threatening a firm stance,

And whether or not, we belong to the same party,

We’re certainly not attending the same dance!

To conclude, we’d all appreciate if you’d “park”

The “dealmaker” persona, favoring a posture

More presidential.

Otherwise, we feel compelled to inform, your

Footprint in history will likely be

Inconsequential.

Hocus Potus

Seems that our president has strong opinions

Regarding patriotism and our national anthem.

The discontented, choosing to break from the norm,

Should be fired for their disrespect and activism.

I can’t think of a more passive expression of their

Differences these activists have chosen. I mean,

Really, Gandhi would be proud!

If they mimicked some of these other groups running

Around, showing more aggression and violence,

I’m certain it would stir a crowd.

There’s volatility inherent with this topic,

As it reaches deeply to the core,

But should this division be cause for separation—

Or even punishment if some are shown the door?

Well, the last time I checked, this was still

The “land of the free and home of the brave,”

And this movement’s “architect” has been tested

Harshly, with his courageous message seeking

The promise of parity and not to enslave.

Trumpire

(Recently, I’ve noticed similarities between baseball umpires and POTUS, aka The Donald.)

First, both at times might be accused of

Needing glasses, due to a severe lack of vision.

Seems that both get scorned and ridiculed

When they make an unpopular decision.

Second, may God help you, if you dare to

Disagree with them and argue.

They’ve both been known to throw those

“Out of the game,” when presented

With a different view.

Though this is just a couple of examples

Relating the mentioned two,

There exist many others, if one

Spends a moment or a few.

So, yes, this is my voice,

As I raise it loudly in dissent,

And though I have the utmost respect

For the office…

I have none for the man

As president.

Trumped Up

His personal wealth and unpredictable nature

Are cause for concern,

As most have seen.

While his agenda appears vindictive

Toward his predecessor’s record,

With a goal to demean.

With a lack of political history,

His actions seem personal

And tightly held.

I question the integrity and his

Refusal to provide answers,

Even when they are compelled.

As a citizen, this has led me to the point

Where I feel there is no credibility

From the office he commands.

And I’m of the opinion that

He is certainly no genius…no matter

How much his fortune expands.

Presidential Socal Medium

In general, I look to avoid

The fruit that often falls

From our nation’s highest branch.

Since the rhetoric

Has left many stupefied,

The fresh and spoiled ready to blanch.

As all the twittering comes

Spinning down, like ballistic bombs

Just waiting to explode,

The attentions captured aren’t surprised,

Knowing this weapon’s range

Has not plateaued.

Yet if I treat the news as fake,

Will I myself be uninformed?

Or should I take my meal of disbelief—

With a grain of salt…

Taking cover from the shrapnel,

To be ignored?

Playing Trump Cards

Many efforts have been made

To best others and gain leverage

All around.

All the while noticing

That friends and neighbors

Are now lost and not found.

So if Great Britain and the Canadians

Decided that America needed defeat,

Would a victory on the battlefield

Even be needed to be complete?

Whether they’re across the Atlantic

Or just across the border to the north,

Some may claim that past conflicts

Have already been put forth.

Yet if the soils of economics

Are continually tilled

For greater yield,

Global judgments

May show that greed harvested

The level playing field.

Humpdy Trumpdy

Humpdy Trumpdy

Jumped on his great wall.

Humpdy Trumpdy

Wouldn’t take any fall.

And when all of Donald’s horses-asses,

And all the Donald’s ass-kissin’ men

Tried to pick up the pieces that

Donald created again…

Humpdy Trumpdy would just smile,

Turn to a twit to say,

It’ll be paid for

By every Mexican!