BIDDING FAREWELL TO A DICTATOR
Reminding myself how unfit many are with a long-term memory
Well let me assist somehow presenting facts and a viable remedy
Thinking back to the 25th of May and gentleman George Floyd
when common human dignity was so wrongly despicably destroyed.
All genders and races took to the streets asking “How did they dare?”
DJT laughably posed with a Bible inverted scorning at Lafayette Square.
This was fewer than 10 days after the suffocation from abusive cops
as international protesters reared to ask this criminality to promptly stop.
A few weeks later this model for the shot started his silly follies
yet he came back from Tulsa with a well-deserved melancholy.
Nonetheless he reached a decision to give a super spreader
presenting himself disgruntled as his orange skin got redder.
Making a stadium constructed before Mount Rushmore
name-calling stoically and bile like a bloody tyrannosaur.
Never uttering any empathy for the families who suffer
trying to appear like a big-time wrestler looking for a buffer.
Avoiding the realities of the stateside homogenous marches
for Black Live Matters as the Statue of Liberty held her torches.
Hiding the severity of the viral surges probable calamity
pushing herd immunity with no respect for our humanity.
Trying to redefine the community of smart-alecks so very deft
who despise his tactics with the funky phrase “the radical left”.
Going so far to irritatingly compare them to Marxists and Anarchists
simply by voicing their disgust over his angles he pugnaciously persists.
While golfing in Florida his buttocks was attacked from an angry alligator.
Since then he has called peaceful dissidents ambivalent aggressive agitators.
Trying to salvage traitors with a pardon but he seems strangely stumped
how to save himself from prosecution after he’s been rightfully dumped.
Doing the bidding of Vladimir followed by his ghost so very alone
while listening to the Music Man’s jam called Seventy Six Trombones.
Obstructing justice and intimidating witnesses didn’t bring him to jail.
Praising his cheapness with the Village People instead of the Chief we hail.
This tune has fallen in worth as he constantly been whistling Dixie
loving the Confederacy not reading the Constitution like a Patriotic Gypsy.
Inflicting wounds with his ludicrous routines detonating institutions
creating a cult of blind men stretching their sticks in destitution.
Christmas is here for the second time since he has been impeached
however a brainwashed public has found its leader who will teach
hating immigrants and poor men with no compassion for the plight.
The Nightingale sits perched on a limb soothing us from pure spite.
Nevertheless the dangers have been planted in a hidden mine field
ready to explode into dystopia if will lose our resilience and give yield.
The lethargic response to this lethal style of ruthless politics
must transfigure to responsiveness as this coup is horrifically historic.
If we survive this onslaught of DJT’s ruthless lies the valid may appear
between the silver lining and a rainbow shedding a dragon’s tear.
Let us uplift each other’s spirits enriching ourselves with trusting tolerance
elevating brotherhood with equity as our counselor anoints with deliverance.