Mr Douglass is doing well
doing big things
in America today,
big things,
being noticed,
yes he is.

Ben took me with him
& I met some too,
Black folks
that is,
great people,
great people,
and Omarosa
and Paul
lovely folks,
lovely,
but the Press
is unfair,
unfair.

and African-Americans
love this country
and did big things,
& I like them,
I really do.

All this shallow
near incoherent
rambling
from a man
who questioned
the very legitimacy
of America's first
African-American
President,

questioned it day
after day

for two
toxic
& racist
& vicious
years.

Just in case,
you know,
just filling you in,
a word in your ear,
having a little
mention
& such,

Muslims breathe air,
like snacks,
wear clothes,
bite into apples,
make babies,
just like us.

Some like soccer,
Monopoly,
Spongebob Squarepants,
even going for
a short walk,
actually
just
like us.

They too marvel
at the starry night sky,
caress soft fur,
love their children,
read books,
like music,
which is
just
like us.

The fact
this needs
pointing out,
is a tragedy
of such proportion
that my poem
just ends
right
here …

A Great America they want
not that quaint Amusement Park
in rural Illinois,
but an Old America
a Previous America
an America
to be over
& done with,
to be honest.

A scared America
a haunted America
an America with
all the colors
washed out,
sun-dried,
bleached,
truth be told,
a White
America.

Republicans.
Are they human?
Do they breath
the same air
as we do?
are they born of woman
or ooze & shimmer forth
from some dark
pitiless depth
that is leagues
upon leagues
under the earth?

Republicans, do they eat
as you and I?
Need sustenance,
liquid nourishment,
shoes on their feet,
shirts for their
backs?
and how do they sleep?
standing in closets?
passive in coffins?
prone in tombs?
on their backs
hands across chest,
as Knights of old
in the ancient
countries?

Do they walk like me?
Ponder fragile things?
Feel love for the
tender daisy?
Weep tears in the morning sun?
Wet their toes walking
in the dew?

Smile as the sun sets
oh so gently
crimson red
& blazing
in the west?

Are they human?
These folk I walk this earth with,
share the air,
the wind,
the rain.

Republicans, are they human?

Birtherism is not too subtle really,
you have a black man
with a foreign
sounding name
who’s President,
you keep on
& on
about it,

questioning his birth place,
his college records,
his allegiances,
his very right
to be where
he is.

It’s a deliberate thing,
its not hidden
at all
really,
& at its core,
its pure
& utter
racism.

Its questioning a
black mans place,
a black mans rights,
a black mans worth,

it was not subtle,
what Trump
did here
in this land,
when the first
African-American President,
so proudly
took his place.

The questioning
of a black man’s
place
is an evil,
and this!
this!

this is how
Donald J. Trump
first
made his name
in politics.

Republican Jesus is not all that keen
on feeding the poor
to tell the truth
food-stamps lead to dependence
don't they,

Republican Jesus winks & nods
at wives on the side
third wives
& trophy wives
oh good luck to you son
on that one,

Republican Jesus hates softness
& gentleness
& just plain kindness
it reeks of communism
& caring
& sharing,

Republican Jesus will **** for Christ,
sleep with his guns,
caress his ammo
his lock, stock & barrel,
tongue bullets
not wafers,

Republican Jesus loves money
loves money a whole bunch
gets excited
over money,
caresses himself
while watching
Lives of the Rich and Famous,

Republican Jesus has a private jet
with gold commode
& caviar,
sips the very best
of everything,
& feels no pain.

Republican Jesus has flipped it all around,
all the love for the destitute,
the feeding of the five thousand,
the humility,
the simple loaves & fishes,

Republican Jesus has the ethics of
a hyena
& the honesty of
the cuckoo bird,
the warm-heartedness
of a hungry great white,
the vision of a mole,
& the promise
of a golden future
built upon the backs
of the less
fortunate.

Republican Jesus is the real deal
isn't he!

America ... your soul is green. your fingers mint currency, your feet forge false ingots, your eyes see empty horizons, your legs march towards false dawns ...

America ... you've got your cheap tv, you've captured joy & containment, you've cornered the market, you've found all lost prophets, you've made sure of the final episodes ...

America ... you surely contain me, you ever so definitely horrify me, you each & every day lessen me, you overwhelm me, you reduce me ...

America ... the world becomes you, the people love you, the children envy you, the papas imitate you, the mamas just hope you ...

America ... your dollar excludes me, your banks deny me, your corporations just overlook me, your industries may soon destroy me ...

America ... your future awaits you, your poor folk haunt you, your rich folk dazzle you, your news just smokes & mirrors you, your understanding ... is beyond me.

America ...your closets are never too full, your wallets call you, your purses cry out to you, your credit cards whisper to you, & in secret your dollar bills make love to you ...

America ... your karma dooms you, your Kissinger is not funny, your Reagan dines with Satan, your preachers preach with poison, your Christians destroy you ...

America ... can you hear me? you don't answer my calls, do I have the wrong number? are you just plain avoiding me?

America ... you think I'm kidding? you think you can out-wait me? you think I'm all mouth & no trousers? you think your days aren't numbered? ...

America ... I'm tired of waiting, I'm now on a mission, I'll recruit my soldiers, I'll destroy your temples, I'll overturn your tables, I'll tell the end of your stories, I'll just plain overcome you ...

America ... you think I'm joking?


(With a nod to young Allen of course)

Tiny hands hold little of substance,
... tiny fingers clench such bold lies,

tiny hands lunge at windmills,
... tiny fingers pick at fool's caps,

tiny hands grasp at follies,
... tiny fingers rifle through goodness,

tiny hands push at paper tigers,
... tiny fingers pull at dogs tails,

tiny hands read bad fortunes,
... tiny fingers get burned at dark flames,

tiny hands hold scary puppets,
... tiny fingers dabble in darkness,

tiny hands hold very few aces,
... tiny fingers roll stones up mountains,

tiny hands signal empty alarms,
... tiny fingers dig earth from fresh graves,

tiny hands hit left, right & centre,
... tiny fingers write false warnings,

tiny hands wear gloves of fool's gold,
... tiny fingers mine gems of bad fortune,

tiny hands smite the wrong enemies,
... tiny fingers bless sinners foreheads,

tiny hands just plain bewitch us,
... tiny fingers dance all devilish,

tiny hands brandish proclamations,
... tiny fingers tried to dazzle us,

tiny hands promise tricks abundant,
... tiny fingers draw forth distractions,

tiny hands may try to fool you,
... tiny fingers attempt to sooth you,

tiny hands don't grasp in friendship,
... tiny fingers signal dark forebodings,

tiny hands announce arrival,
... tiny fingers will not gain entry,

tiny hands do try our patience,
... tiny fingers do toil and trouble,

tiny hands hold no great promise,
... as tiny fingers dance before us,

while tiny hands show much misfortune,
in the teller's misty reading,
in globe's so cloudy
and all muddy,

as truth be told
on our
misfortune.