Typhoon Trump

In my opinion . . .

Blonde clouds gathered
In an orange sky. Hatred
Rained down, white hoods
And storm troopers returned
To restore order. Borders
Were erected. No one could get
Inside or out. Laws were bent,
Hearts were rent, and people begged
For outside aid to control
The deluge. No one lent
A hand because no foreigners
Were allowed in. Allies disappeared
One by one. Typhoon raged on;
It had won.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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One Response to Typhoon Trump

  1. mzach456@comcast.net says:

    and that’s the good news

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