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Trump Card (poem)

By Susan R. Dewar

We have a new president.
No blue president.
No true president.
He crawls inside our heads at night
And tangles up our brains.
He waves red flags all day
Taunting us to charge him.
But we know he has a sword
Hidden behind his back
Ready to run us through
If our horns get too close.

He's taking revenge on all the world
Because it only made him a president,
And not a king.
Because he's not the only billionaire,
Only one of the one-percent.
Because he didn't win all of the people
All of the time.
(He never could fool all of us—
I hope he's fooling fewer every day.)

But he is a master of marionettes.
He twitches our strings
And keeps our eyes glued
To his growing Wall
While behind our backs
He's tearing down the Constitution
Brick by brick.

—Susan R. Dewar