‘‘Twas the sixth of January, a day so cold
A day with tumultuous events to unfold
A siege in the making with folks full of craze
With hate in their throats and eyes ablaze

They came in droves, one by one
The March that took place was all but fun
They took after the man, the one to drain the swamp
Of course the one I’m referring to, of whom they call Trump

November was a bust, for the dastardly Don
That old Joe Biden, the Oval office he won!
He tried to be hopeful that Georgia would come through
All that fell over when the state turned blue!

He said red-faced as he pondered his loss
That he can overturn and that he’s still boss
Stop the steal, four more years he campaigned and spoke
All conspiracies in hand all with him thought they were woke

He called on his Pence, his favorite little tool
“You rig on the game and I can still rule”
Tighten your hold and grind up the gears
And maybe I can get four more years
Rid of my haters I can end them I bet
As far in my mind, it’s not over yet!

Patriots they call themselves so they thought out loud
As they soon turned into a rowdy rowdy crowd
Red, white and blue they wore upon their face
Even one with horns and a helmet that lacked mere grace

They near Capitol Hill, MAGA gear in tow.
The sixth was here, they said, let’s go!

“Take the country back, for it is ours
From the redwood forest to the shining stars
No old man will rule, let alone a lady
The pair doesn’t blend, **** they are shady
We don’t like these two, they should not be about
They shall not govern us, we’ll drive them out”

I watched it all, they claimed law and order
They called for wall, yet they defied that border
Irony is strange yet funny all the same
To me, it was all a great big game

Broken the glass was, every window and pane
The right wingers crowd, so dog gone insane

They barged in madly, like pulling a heist
Yet they had nerve to slap the name of Christ

A Christ they know not, of His love and grace
Disservice they did Him, His name they deface.

They chase down the cops even one upstairs
As the fresh new Congress shook in their chairs
A standoff occurred, so tense, I did stare
The showdown was more than I could possibly bare

Then came the President with a message too late
Tone deaf it was, only stirred up the hate

“We love you”, said he, with squinty cold eyes
As his call fell on deaf ears and the volume did die

They stole, laughed and threatened sweet Nancy
A man from Arkansas who thought it was fancy
To sit in her chair while mocked her cruel
No mask he wore, dear God he was a fool

One stole a stand and thought he was cool
That they’re taking back the country using mere mob rule

Mob rule it was, they shall not succeed
For it is only hate that they secretly feed
That black and brown folks display their need
Their right to freedom and way to succeed.

They protested, cried and seethed for months
Yet it was leftists that were in their hunts.
The likes of Pelosi, AOC and Omar.
Ladies like them opened a huge deep scar.

Professed men of faith, yet they all crave strife
To the point that a lady lost her life
An Army vet, loved by great many folk
This Trump man shall bear this yoke
All this on his watch yet he didn’t care
He spoke to the world with a cold dark stare

Biden, the man that came before him
His face tortured and tone so grim
He called out that coward and band of fools
He knew his fan base were nothing but tools

Biden called on Trump to go all live
And tell these folks not to strive
Do not attack those in power
For it’s our time to shine, it is our hour

It has come to this, how divided we are
Many wonder is there hope or is it too far?

With so many, Trump’s guts they were a-riding
Yet so many despised the one called Biden

A man so old, gray hair to be shown
This  red faced orange man, he sure did own
A brother to Barack, a partner to  Kamala
That even some Republicans had to say, “Holla”

All this mayhem is a great apogee
From Charlottesville to this Capitol storming, you see!

The twentieth nears with hope and need
That the new team won’t fall to greed
Politics is ***** and it isn’t hard to see
Yet I appreciate the fact that I am so free.

For the next four years, there is still much to fix

We shall never forget that day, January, the sixth!

By Elliott Blanchette

2020, what a year indeed!
For every nation, language and creed
For it exposed every good and bad deed
But it was a long lesson that we did all need.

In January, a tragedy worse than the heat of Nairobi
Was the death of a legend, a man we call Kobe
The world mourned, wept, wailed and did wonder
Was there more coming from 2020 over hill and yonder?
‘Twas then I heard of a virus
And no, not ammonia!
Was not crisp like a beer
But she was called Corona
In China, she sat, like a lioness ready to pounce
But leaked out onto foreign soil, ounce by ounce!

Trump was a man impeached
But by the start of February
He was acquitted of all charge
Was trial really necessary?

Then came a historic day
More seasoned than parsley
For the long last conviction
Of a man named Harvey
A filmmaking giant who fell from grace
All cause he never learned the value of personal space.

Then came March, my birth month of course
On the 9th day of the month, the stock market went hoarse.
Corona slipped onto our shining shores
Closing all of our venues, markets and stores

But wait, Trump said, let’s not let hope fester
We shall curb this little knock before Easter
April came and our hope seemed dim
Corona took human form and she was at the helm.

Then came May, a month I wish we could avoid
It all came to a head with a man called Floyd
A cop’s knee was upon him, as I watched the world seethe
As Floyd uttered his final words, “I can’t breathe!”
Like a volcano that just blew its top
Riots erupted and came full stop!

I watched in stunned silence as I saw two sides clash
With protestors and cops seeing each side bash.
Violence escalated and hatred doubled
I felt my heart sink, I was deeply troubled.

It spilled over into June, near the start of summer.
All nerves were on high!
My God, that was a ******!
It was then it occurred to me, yes I have a voice
To use it for hope and faith, and yes that was my choice.
There was another highlight
No need to be hiding
Look out USA, here’s Biden!
Tyson’s got nothing on him
Trump’s chances just got dim!

Now came July, with another strike
Bugs called ****** hornets came in a huge spike
They were like hoodlums intent on killing
Every honey bee and hive, their bee blood spilling!
I did much as I could to keep on living!
Until I learned of the death of Regis Philbin
Host of a great game show, if one would dare.
One called Who Wants to be a Millionaire!

August rolls around explosion and joy see
Beirut up in flames and Kamala as VP
But then tragedy struck again for Hollywood
We lost Chadwick Bozeman, the Black Panther that Could!
Our Wakandan salutes all up in the air
I asked God why Chadwick, it didn’t seem fair!
California had its own trauma
Fanning the flames
Consuming every forest
We are not playing games!

September brought another tragedy
A pioneer of change
Losing the great RBG and her great judicial range
A revered Supreme Court justice of the highest merit
Only to be replaced by a woman called Barrett.

In October, Corona reared its ugly head
As it went to attack the President instead
Many wished he went down, but it didn’t take him
Pretty soon he was back on the road on a whim.
Was it staged or was it all real?
Trump healed up way too quick, what’s the deal?

Then came that month, the dreaded November
It was served piping hot like a bowl of scorching embers!
For Trump, this month was all but fun
For old Joe Biden, it was a grand home run!
For gals everywhere, they were all, Yippee!
As Kamala Harris was elected the First Lady VP!
Yet another tragedy came, one that stung me in the neck
Was a beloved game show host called Alex Trebek.
Cancer took him severely and quietly too
Jeopardy won’t be the same, all fans cried boo-hoo!

Finally it was December
Not served as a burning timber
There was hope a-flaring
As far as I remember
Relief was coming and for all to be seen
An FDA-approved COVID-19 vaccine
Yes! I thought, my faith paid off
But local leaders would just look and scoff.
They bickered for months, allegedly on our behalf
When we got 600, they gave us the shaft.

This year was a hot mess
Every event in its cause
2020, oh 2020....the year that was!