To the USA, a travelling circus came,
They elected a brand new President,
And Donald was his name.
Over-night, and it's such a crying shame,
He's divided American Politics,
To advance his wealth and fame


Donald the President waved his hands,
And pointed up with his finger,
He said to the world 'My name is Trump,
Trump, Trump, Trump!
Donald the President's building a wall,
To keep out thousands of migrants,
The USA is becoming a dump,
Dump, Dump, Dump!

People from many nations,
Tried to intervene,
They shouted and marched,
And waved their signs,
And made an ugly scene.

But Donald the President waved his hands,
and pointed up with his finger,
He'll have his way,
He's taken the ****,
****, ****, ****!

Oh, what a to-do,
He's surrounded himself with fools,
Firstly they blame Obama spies,
and then it's GCHQ.
His travel ban
has been thwarted in Maryland,
Then the repeal of Obama care,
Has been grounded where it stands.

But Donald the President promised the earth,
To all the American people,
'We'll make America great again',
Pump, Pump, Pump!
Donald the President hates the Press,
They're 'Fake News' creators,
They're pedlars of lies,
They're all the same,
Grump, Grump, Grump!

From Iran to NATO,
The problems start to swell,
From Syria, and Israel,
To North Korea as well.

But Donald the President's borrowing cash,
to try and save the Republic,
How will they ever pay it back?
Slump, Slump, Slump?
The president may be a Billionaire,
Who wants control of the Senate,
But some said Putin was pulling some strings?
Chump, Chump, Chump !

I remember when you watched your son die. I wish I could have told you the world lost him too that day but I couldn't find the words between my heart shattering and losing my will to live. The light in your eyes disappeared after that. You made several failed bargains with God. Your 70th birthday was a prelude to his funeral. Your wife often set an extra place at the table for him on Sundays and this always broke your heart. I would watch as you took your plate in your safe haven to watch a game. This is the same place you and him spent 35 years bonding. We would watch the door around five sometimes hoping he would walk in the door with his work clothes slowly coming off as usual. Usually, someone made you coffee after the realization that his car had been parked in the same spot for months. He wasn't coming back and you took this the hardest. You lost yourself in sadness and found yourself in rage. I often watched you under the door as you would cut up quotes of scriptures at 3 am humming a tune I now hum out of habit. You would often scream profanity in church parking lots as if it was payback for God taking your son from you. Close family reminded you of the reunions your son was alive to see and even closer family bothered you. You would call me him sometimes and I would answer in the same voice I later answered in when you could not remember me. You let losing 1/4th of the home you created destroy you. I watched you slowly degenerate for six years at this time, swallowing back the words I wanted to tell you with the words everyone wanted me to tell you. You got really sick in 2013. Your final stages were emotional. It was 2014. I lost a part of myself searching for things you couldn't remember. You wouldn't talk to me as much at first because you saw the hurt in my eyes. You would force yourself to say a name. The correct name. My name. I couldn't look you directly in the eyes anymore. You lost hope in yourself. Your life. Everyone around you did as well but me. I cried because I wanted you to live and you didn't. You would scream. You would cry. You would laugh. You would get lost. You would fall. Someone would pick you up. You would not eat. You would watch TV in amazement as if it had just been invented. Someone would visit. Someone would ask about you in our daily trips to town. You would complain that your clothes are expanding but you were just losing weight. You would get angry. You would calm down. We would talk about something and I would smile and your eyes would light up as if you knew me again. It was as if you saw me as that little girl you taught to be a loud Braves fan. That girl you would take into town just because. This was a weekly repeat of our last summer together. When I left you were eating and you had started to turn back into the old you. Our phone calls were short and scattered after that. I disappeared in November and came back in January. Grandma told me you wouldn't talk and I visited you. You talked. Your smile was weak and your eyes weren't blue anymore. You didn't eat. You looked as if you were tired and I wanted you to sleep. When I left that day, I smiled and told you I loved you and that you should get some rest. You told me "okay sweetie I love you too" and I hugged you. We didn't speak after that. You left in February.

They resist
and I respect this
social movement
connective bliss
of purposefulness

They agitate
and aggravate
but in this state
they perpetuate
their own intolerance

They volunteer
to make the sacrifice
but look down
on those
who do not try
to give every thing

They say
silence is violence
but I object
They do not
know or suspect
because they
never bothered to
look or listen to
the centuries
of suffering
I waded through
to find the glue
to bind us to
the deeper truth

They say
to do nothing
is to support
while they purport
to be moral magistrates
while looking down
on me

With venom in
their gleaming eyes
they reflect
the attitude
of those they despise
the other enemies
who are ill-informed
to storm the gates
of those who accept the hate
and perhaps
even celebrate
their own stupidity

But they
are not my enemies
Though they
frustrate me
with their
mindlessness
their sublimation
to their political
philosophical
and spiritual beliefs
I still love them
for they are my family
even though
they make me
want to bang my head
against the wall
till I fall
and have to crawl
off to die

You see
you are also judging
confusing
your own identity
obfuscating
while stretching
and skating
around your own
ill-fitting patriarchy
When you fill those pews
when you let
the church use you
submitting to
the found fathers
of the philosophy
you eschew
the one you
view askew
while not listening to
other minorities
who were oppressed

I do not march on
because like the strangers
you claim need to be unfriended
I am a prisoner of this system
of consumerism
this schism
between a better world
and the one we live in

And your ideal matriarchy
does not fulfill
the objective of
a good will
because I lived
in a world of pain
created by the mother figure
Sustained by
the other women
The angry math teacher
the confused lesbian
The frustrated poet
who objected
to my objection
of her religious indoctrination

I struggled to share the truth
directly and indirectly to you
While you walk feeling attacked
because your identity was attached
to certain fake realities

But just for the record
I am with those at Standing Rock
I am with the mothers and fathers
of the Black Lives matters
I am with the masters of the metal moms
who stand strong with their awesome *******
that no man will be allowed to grab
unless she permits this
I do resist this hate and violence
but you cannot equate silence with said violence

Despite my kind heart
I hit my steering wheel so hard
when Trump proclaimed
Most of those people were
professional protester
and his fellow jester
just repeated said claim
My knuckles bruised
almost bled
and I cried for a while
while I lied in bed
because I have been fighting
this battle inside
and outside of my head
for most of my life
and it took you all
this long to come along for the ride
but I will not demonize the confused
the betrayed, belittled, and abused
no matter how much you want them to
Not everyone can feel
exactly like you
Now my struggle has become
four pages to much
when all it breaks down to is
that I am still in love
with humanity’s hopeful nature
Even though it is still stumble
in confusion
on all sides of the issues