47th US President Poem: He’s Bringing His Rich White Cronies, by Lisa Tinucci

Presidential elections are stressful
For families and friends alike
This past election was especially dreadful
I wanted to go on a people strike

I avoided talking with anyone
I was afraid to ask who they voted
I didn’t want to know their position
For fear my heart would be wounded

The next day was a somber one
When I woke and checked my phone
The reports of who would be in office warned
Of mass deportations; of families torn

He declared a “magnificent victory”
and the “Greatest political movement of all time”
But adding to my growing misery
The man has committed crimes

Take a moment, and let it sink in
We’ll have a criminal for our doyen
I don’t know how to put a positive spin
On the outcome, the people have spoken

Our new leader will be taking power
He’s bringing his rich white cronies
To change our system and wholly conquer
They’ll serve him, they’re his lackeys

And what if he won’t release his power
At the end of the four-year term
I’ll have to pack my bags and scour
For a home on the other side of the berm

Or rather, across the ocean I’ll move
Out of the country I’ll flee
To find myself a better groove
Where democracy is key