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HOW THE TRUMP STOLE AMERICA
By John Pavlovitz
In a land where the states
are united, they claim,
in a sky-scraping tower
adorned with his name,
lived a terrible, horrible,
devious chump,
the bright orange miscreant
known as the Trump.
This Trump he was mean, such
a mean little man,
with the tiniest heart and
two tinier hands,
and a thin set of lips etched
in permanent curl,
and a sneer and a scowl and
contempt for the world.
He looked down from his perch
and he grinned ear to ear,
and he thought, “I could
steal the election this year!
It’d be rather simple, it’s
so easily won,
I’ll just make them believe
that their best days are done!
Yes, I’ll make them believe
that it’s all gone to Hell,
and I’ll be Jerk Messiah and
their souls they will sell.
And I’ll use lots of words
disconnected from truth,
but I’ll say them with style
so they won’t ask for proof.
I’ll toss out random
platitudes, phrases, and such,
They’re so raised on fake
news that it won’t matter much!
They won’t question the how
to, the what, why, or when,
I will make their America
great once again!”
The Trump told them to fear,
they should fear he would say,
“They’ve all come for your
jobs, they’ll all take them away.
You should fear every Muslim
and Mexican too,
every brown, black, and tan
one, everyone who votes blue.”
And he fooled all the
Christians, he fooled them indeed,
He just trotted out Jesus,
that’s all Jesus folk need.
And celebrity preachers they
all crowned him as king,
Tripping over themselves just
to kiss the Trump’s ring.
And he spoke only lies just
as if they were true,
Until they believed all of
those lies were true too.
He repeated and Tweeted and
he blustered and spit,
And he mislead and fibbed—and
he just made up sh*t.
And the media laughed but
they printed each line,
thinking “He’ll never will
win, in the end we’ll be fine.”
So they chased every
headline, bold typed every claim,
‘Till the fake news and real
news they looked just the same.
And the scared folk who
listened, they devoured each word,
Yes, they ate it all up every
word that they heard,
petrified that their freedom
was under attack,
trusting Trump he would take
their America back.
From the gays and from ISIS,
he’d take it all back,
Take it back from the
Democrats, fat cats, and blacks.
And so hook, line, and sinker
they all took the bait,
all his lies about making
America great.
Now the Pant-suited One she
was smart and prepared,
she was brilliant and steady
but none of them cared,
no they cared not to see all
the work that she’d done,
or the fact the Trump had not
yet done thing one.
They could only shout
“Emails!”, yes “Emails!” they’d shout,
because Fox News had told
them—and Fox News had clout.
And the Pant-suited One she
was slandered no end,
and a lie became truth she
could never defend.
And the Trump watched it all
go according to plan—
a strong woman eclipsed by an
insecure man.
And November the 8th arrived,
finally it came,
like a slow-moving storm but
it came just the same.
And Tuesday became Wednesday
as those days will do,
And the night turned to
morning and the nightmare came true,
With millions of non-voters
still in their beds,
Yes, the Trump he had done
it, just like he had said.
And the Trumpers they
trumped, how they trumped when he won,
All the racists and bigots;
deplorable ones,
they crawled out from the
woodwork, came out to raise Hell,
they came out to be hateful
and hurtful as well.
With slurs and with road
signs, with spray paint and Tweets,
with death threats to
neighbors and taunts on the street.
And the grossest of grossness
they hurled on their peers,
while the Trump he said
zilch—for the first time in years.
But he Tweeted at Hamilton,
he Tweeted the Times,
And he trolled Alec Baldwin a
few hundred times,
and he pouted a pout like a
petulant kid,
thinking this is what
Presidents actually did,
thinking he could still be a
perpetual jerk,
terrified to learn he had to
actually work,
work for every American, not
just for a few,
not just for the white
ones—there was much more to do.
He now worked for the Muslims
and Mexicans too,
for the brown, black, and tan
ones, and the ones who vote blue.
They were all now his bosses,
now they all had a say,
and those nasty pant-suited
ones were here to stay.
And the Trump he soon
realized that he didn’t win,
He had gotten the thing—and
the thing now had him.
And it turned out the Trump
was a little too late,
for America was already more
than quite great,
not because of the sameness,
the opposite’s true,
It’s greatness far more than
just red, white, and blue,
It’s straight, gay, and
female—it’s Gentile and Jew,
It’s Transgender and
Christian and Atheist too.
It’s Asians, Caucasians of
every kind,
The disabled and abled, the
deaf and the blind,
It’s immigrants, Muslims, and
brave refugees,
It’s Liberals with bleeding
hearts fixed to their sleeves.
And we are all staying, we’re
staying right here,
and we’ll be the great bane
of the Trump for four years.
And we’ll be twice as loud as
the loudness of hate,
be the greatness that makes
our America great.
And the Trump’s loudest
boasts they won’t ever obscure,
over two million more of
us—voted for her.
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