Are Voters Fine With This?

There was a day
The people
The voters
Would never this allow

Outraged
They'd be
Their past allegiance to him
They'd quickly
Disavow

Many things
We could pick
For their outrage

I will name just one
For this alone
They'd run him off the stage

The National Enquirer
You know
-- Or at least you've now learned
Was hired
As a functionary of his campaign
For that
He would have been spurned

Kill the stories against me
Create ones against my foes
I'll pay you
For whatever shade of dishonesty
Required
If you'll just
Lie and misconstrue

 

Every King Needs a Castle

Every king needs a castle
And every castle needs a wall
Donald Trump will need his wall
If he is to be our king

Make it tall and beautiful
Stretch it across our land
It will not only keep people out
But mark the domain of a king

 

Rule of Law and Word of Honor

There are problems with Donald Trump's immigration stand
Like, if it's legal
It's always good to keep the law
Be an American
Be an eagle

Americans keep the law
They don't seek to break it
Americans are honorable
They keep their word
They don't seek to shake it

Donald Trump is promising mass deportation
Largest in our nation's history
It's not just bluff and campaign talk
What he's planning is somewhat blistery

So, what of international law?
Promises we said we'd keep
What of rule of law, my friend?
You can believe in rule of law
Or you can just pretend

No contracting state shall expel or return a refugee
To a place he or she would be threatened 
Trump might not care about that agreement
What are we bettin'

How unfortunate we signed such an agreement, some might say
Do we really have to keep it?
We have our own laws
And international laws, we shouldn't need to obey

I wish for us to elect a president
Honorable and true
One who believes in rule of law
One who will see it through

One who will not tarnish our word of honor
But honor the agreements we have made
One who stands straight and tall
And calls a spade a spade

 

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