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answered

America became a culture in requiem,

cranky, fearful, accustomed to the ambient muzak of decay.

A nation in retreat - uninformed, cowed, confused,

or sadly - too tired to care..

 

and thus..

 

The sons and daughters of liberty

prayed for a corrupt President

a tacky, loutish and apoplectic

leader of thieves

 

to bring hopelessness to the masses

to hide old crimes and invent new ones

demolish treasured symbols

or rename them in his own tacky honor

and put our freedoms and safeties on ICE

 

to turn markets into frontlines

erode the trust and affection of allies

openly steal from the poorest

and promote literal disease by eliminating vaccines

 

to eradicate the insured and the employed,

whimsically skew markets to chaos

and strain, past breaking, blind justice.

 

Ironically, said prayers, like fabled wishes

were answered and the people rushed,

most trustingly, as if running with scissors,

into his sticky arms.

.

.

Songs for this:

The End of the Innocence - Don Henley

Obladi Oblada - Serena Zee

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Written by
anaisvionet
22 / F / France
Published
Jan 16
Lines·Words
30·167
Notes

BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 11/05/25:

Lout an awkward brutish person.

 

Doesnt that clip of Trump and Epstein leering at young cheerleaders at a Mar-a-Lago party - with Ghislaine Maxwell right behind them - look more like the Zapruder film every day?

https://daweb.us/bg/Jeffrey.Epstein.Trump.mp4

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