In the dark
I woke up and Donald Trump was in his chair and Kim Jong-un was in his and it got out of hand. I don’t trust either of the bastards with their hand over the button…
In my bed, I slept
as half a world wept
at its sins and punishments.
In the dark bombs fell
a dictator laughed
and split the night, open.
Half a world sat motionless
arms raised in surrender;
to no avail.
In the dark machine guns rattled
an army laughed
and tore the night, open.
In the shower I stood, thankful
as water washed over me like tears
and half a world looked for water.
In the dark a mushroom cloud
a despot laughed
and lit the night, forever.
Scary times we live in. The villains haven’t changed much, just the weapons of mass destruction at their disposal.
Trump’s uber-nationalism against that chubby little Korean madman and we’ve a recipe to fry. I honestly believe the American people will have Trump as president…God forbid.
If God’s on his side (as he has every right to believe) we don’t have much of a chance, do we?
Very little Jane.
enjoyed the above exchange 🙂 and the poem very much, pointed and topical, well done.
Thank you. Lately, every time I see Trump’s face I just want to punch it, I think it’s getting to me. Then I saw fat little Jong-un with his latest missile launch and the same wave of emotion rolled over me. I guess it was the first thing that popped into my happy little head this morning… 🙂
Such a meaningful poem, it makes you appreciate and be thankful for the life you have. Thank you for sharing this with us 🙂 – Michelle
Thank you for taking the time to read it Michelle, I really appreciate it. 🙂
No problem – Michelle