Poetry from Bruce Roberts

I Dare You!

The challenge,

       Spoke my cousin,

             Is for me, a practiced poet,

       To write a positive poem

               About Trump.

“Huh?”  I gasped,

       Write something positive

              About the pathological liar?

                     The lifelong crook?

                The egotistical egotist?

              The defiler of our democracy?

Hmmmm!

       But then it dawned on me—

             I never liked George Bush,

             But when compared with Trump,

             He seems a shining star.

So thank-you, Donald.

       You are so bad,

       You made even Bush seem good.

THE LAST ELECTION

When Trump speaks to crowds of Christians,

           He claims to be a Christian,

           Because apparently he thinks

  They’re dumb enough to believe him.

                    HUH? BELIEVE HIM?

                  Believe the nonstop liar?

  The universe’s most immoral citizen?

          He who follows Hitler’s theory

                     Of THE BIG LIE—

The bigger the lie, the more you tell it,

         The more your audience

                  Will believe you!

         So he’s promised gullible

                      Christians

                  If they vote for him,

         It will be their last election,

           Their last need to vote—

                              EVER!

Now for those who find it hard

         To drag themselves to the voting booth,

                  This may sound good!

         But for anyone with a brain,

           The implication explodes

                    Into HUGE letters

                  that dominate the sky

                  like July 4th fireworks:

   HE’S PLANNING NEVER TO LEAVE OFFICE;

                  HE WANTS TO BE

                    A DICTATOR!

         Believers in a moral man

Who gave his life for his people

         Need to understand this!

That just might change their vote!