What It's Really About

THIS poem is not about Trump.

It's not about his rise and fall.

It’s not about his constant lying.

It’s not about his fantasy wall.

 

It’s not about understanding

The reasons people still support him.

It’s not about the unscrupulous

Members of Congress who still court him.

 

It’s not about his insidious

Attempts to challenge a fair election.

It’s not about the insecure

Manner in which he handles rejection.

 

It’s not about his passion for

Conspiracy theories and made-up "facts."

It’s not about the far-right extremists

And crazy fringe groups he attracts.

 

It’s not about how he took

A great nation and in four years

Tore it apart and left it in shambles

And then whined, expecting cheers.

 

It’s not about his overwhelming

Hypocrisy and how he became—

Because of his moral bankruptcy—

Someone who sullied his very own name.

 

It’s not about his nepotism,

Corruption, cover-ups, or affairs,

Or how he cares LESS about us

And MORE about his stock market shares.

 

It’s not about how he mishandled

A deadly pandemic—par for the course—

By listening to quacks and ignoring the experts,

And as people died, he showed no remorse.

 

What the poem's about is when

Conspiracy theories lose their appeal,

Then and only at that time

Will the nation be able to heal.

-by Bob B (11-18-20)