Testing 1,2,3



in deepest dark
there is a door
when you pass through
there are no more

methinks there is
in deeper hell
a place for Trump
and his foul smell

it is there
in abject fear
that liars cringe
with one last sneer

do not seek
as none will find
a slice of truth
or peace of mind

epiphanies?
or guiding lights?
look in the mirror
your soul takes flight

for all the crimes
of this foul man
what he revealed
is a foul land

when he is gone
what then will we
bind together
as liberty?

a press in tatters
truth up for grabs
unions broken
beset by scabs

a past remembered
so foul and cruel
no penance served
just endless duels

yes, this pig
was foul and mean
why then did he
come vent our spleen?

the country we
claimed was the best
failed, it seemed
the latest test

if men and women
can’t see the light
how then shall we
survive the night?

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