Trump Has An Arrow Missing From His Moral Compass
Life after impeachment is looking good
The clock has turned,
our lives have changed.
We missed our chance
to play the game.
There was no beacon lit
to summon aid.
There was no
warning light.
As we fought
to keep our rights
they slipped
a masked intruder
into our sturdy House.
He had an arrow missing
from his moral compass.
Unhinged and swinging loose;
a squeaking rusty gate.
This too will pass,
they said to us.
Time will always tell.
We waited long
with bated breaths
and votes were cast
that caused the tide to turn
and he was swept away.
In our relief
and ignorance
we transitioned
to intolerance.
as we believed
as if a dream
it all was swept away.
In the moment,
we were grateful
and relieved.
But now we play
a longer game
with different rules
that shift the truth.
They run the game
with different scripts.
Their clicking tongues
and squawking facts
preoccupy our minds.
The doping of
excitement
feeds us well.
We can’t erase
the tracks
the needles leave behind.
The sages warn
that time repeats
and he will circle
round again.
The wisdom of their
words ignored,
they chant beware.
Waiting in the darkened wings,
the same man lurks.
He wears a mocking mask
that hides the Cuckoo
underneath.
In their foolish desperation,
some think he is a better choice.
Well played.
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