It is November 5, 2020, 3 days after the presidential election. This is perhaps the most unfamiliar poem I’ve ever been impelled to write.
Let’s Face It or Perhaps He’ll Never See The Point
Let’s face it, People do not like the Prez. When I say ‘prez’ I don’t mean Lester (Young). It’s hard to give support With head and heart To one who seems so nar- cissistic.
Even weak political emotions Set in motion bitter potions Of the toxic kind, Taken over by a mind aggressive: One usually meek and pleasant.
But this present president Evokes an ire Wired by a man who fits the classic liar. It’s pathetic one’s own character Is challenged thus; Burning like infectious pus, The psyche’s plus turned to a minus.
Here’s a man who wields great power. Here is we, who yield to anger Like a stranger in a field of danger With our only weapon Ethics, thought, determination. Hope born of conviction.