I dreamed again of Trumplandia.
The nightmare keeps recurring--
The lines between fact
And fiction constantly blurring.
The best of the worst is stifled;
The worst of the best promoted.
Reality is expressed
In words that are sugarcoated.
Lady Liberty frowns;
Her stance seems to shout:
"Away, huddled masses!
Wretched refuse, keep out!"
What is crass becomes golden;
What is golden turns crass.
What appear to be diamonds
Are actually cut glass.
Vindictiveness is praised.
The language becomes oblique.
The common form of expression
Develops into a shriek.
Walls surround the country,
So high that gawking crowds
Strain to see the tops
Obscured by dreary, gray clouds.
Cameras are able to capture--
When the spotlight shines--
The pupils of the leader:
Two dollar signs.
Despite reports, only
A few wallets grow fatter.
The government sends the message:
Wealthy lives matter.
I cringe when I see the people
Grow more and more apathetic.
I tell myself it's a dream
And hope that it's not prophetic.
(5-1-16) By Bob B
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