Back to the Days of Christopher Robin

Back to the days of Christopher Robin
When he came and went as he pleased
Have you ever read the back-story on Christopher
I haven't either, but I'll make one up and see if it is believed

Christopher came from Mexico
An immigrant, he was
And Winnie the Pooh was out of Africa
And if you ask me why Africa, I'll just say "Because"

Well, they met down at the border
A little Texas town
Christopher was snacking on a tortilla
When Winnie came up with a bound

Winnie had traveled a long distance
But Christopher, not too far
Now, they both were wide-eyed about America
It was their guiding star

But Gov. Abbott ruled in Texas
And Trump was president at that time
And the two of them were greatly upset
Because the newcomers were committing a crime

Well, they rolled out barbed wire to stop them
And called in the national guard
Winnie got the worst of it
He got feathered and tarred

Well, do you remember how I started this poem
Telling you Chris came and went as he pleased
Well, it didn't actually work out that way
For Trump and Abbott refused to be appeased

Abbott tried to buy them a ticket
To a sanctuary called Old San Fran
But Trump insisted on deporting them
He said that was a better plan

So, Chris is back in Mexico
And Winnie in Cameroon
And I don't think they'll be coming here again
At least not any time soon

They are the Players, We are the Pawns

They are the players and we are the pawns
These powers that call out to you
They call for division, they call for hate
They tell you what you should do

Some on the right, some on the left
Some for Israel and some for Palestine
You can find them everywhere
Even though they're clandestine

They plant their people in social media
They could be a Facebook friend of yours
They plant them in every country
There are misters and monsieurs

They have influencers of the media
And sometimes agents who land media jobs
They even reach out to Congress
All told, they come in gobs

Watch out for all these players
Watch out, for they desire to enlist you
They are looking for willing pawns
And their recruits are not a few 

 
They are the Players, We are the Pawns

They are the players and we are the pawns
These powers that call out to you
They call for division, they call for hate
They tell you what you should do

Some on the right, some on the left
Some for Israel and some for Palestine
You can find them everywhere
Even though they're clandestine

They plant their people in social media
They could be a Facebook friend of yours
They plant them in every country
There are misters and monsieurs

They have influencers of the media
And sometimes agents who land media jobs
They even reach out to Congress 
All told, they come in gobs

Watch out for all these players
Watch out, for they desire to enlist you
They are looking for willing pawns
And their recruits are not a few

(Index -- Poems, poetry, ready)
(Trump poems)

 
 
It's What You Do, Not What You Say

Some would say don't mix politics with religion
I have never felt that way
It seems political issues are always
A search for right, wrong or gray

And if the search is a search for doing what's right
If that is what this is about
Of course you should involve religion
You should not kick it out

But some politicians will wrap themselves in the cloak of religion
Just like they wrap themselves in the cloak of a flag
Donald Trump has been known to use the Bible as his prop
But you should ask if his practices lag

What of the Second Commandment?
The one that speaks of loving your neighbors?
Is he forever finding fault and finding names to call his foes?
Does he ridicule and demean others?
And always look to land verbal blows?

I really shouldn't need to go further than this
You can see what Donald is
And if you want a politician who practices religion
You know Donald is the opposite whiz

But go ahead and ask yourself questions
About all the other things you might see
Wonder about cheating and lying
They should matter, I hope you'll agree

 

AINOs

We've RINOs and DINOs and so do we have AINOs?
That would be an American In Name Only
Now if we get calling each other AINOs, that's a dangerous thing
And it will certainly make a lot of people feel lonely

I mean, who wants to be an AINO -- nary a soul
For we are all lovers of our nation and freedom
So if someone suggests anyone is an AINO
We should be careful as whether we heed 'em

Yes, AINOs probably exist
For there are those who call themselves patriots and wave the flag
But when it comes to the values of our land, they sometimes lack them
They stray and wander and zigzag

 
Kill the Truth and Print the Lies

When you hire the National Enquirer to write false stories
 about your political opponents
Is that ethical?
When the stories are mythical?
Is that just and fair and right?
It leaves a stain upon your character, Mr. Trump
It leaves a blight

When you hire the National Enquirer
 to buy the rights to stories about you
So it can kill them
Even if they are true

You want to be our president
But you have no shame
You don't know what immoral is
But you're immoral, all the same

You would hire the National Enquirer
To help you get elected
To kill the truth and print the lies
You cheat and lie and steal
You've got the art perfected

But my qualm is with the voters
I do not understand
When you learn what kind of man he is
You still support him
Regardless if he's underhand

 
Winds of Change

The winds of change are changing
The winds are bringing bigger change
It used to be the change went from R to D
And that was about their range

Every adminstration has had this
The winds of change, you know
The changing of the guard
Meant change right from the get-go

Trump's next administration
Will whip the winds of change
Never has it been a hurricane
Like what Trump will arrange

He'll sweep out democracy
Replacing it with his rule
The winds of change are threatening
To treat our nation cruel