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.
My Words, My World 
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