Donald Trump is not the problem.
He is not the disease, nor King Evil
in this experiment we call the “United
He did not come over by ship and armor,
lay down a fort, look down a nose
at brown people who saved white lives
from starvation and cold,
praise God and Matoax, her servant—
protect us from ignorance, racism
and violence, Trump a Symptom of
“More-ism,” he’s not the first.
Trump not the devil, just a man vulnerable
to the elements and bedevilments
we’re all susceptible to falling into, the
hole is endless!
We fall and we fall, thinking we’re flying
until we walk into a doctor’s office
and let him or her be our god. They
tell us we’re sick, and we’re ready
We think politics is power, we hail
chiefs and man’s achievements—
putt-putt, we burn earth going fast
downhill, the cement and asphalt holding.
The cake baked on native blood, risen
up by the yeast of black slave labor,
we push it all aside, fight for white
rights, push all aside that might slow us.
God forgive the right.
Maga! The fly in the ointment,
the lie in the fight! Trump the evil
he projects, fake news, a total loser
like me I’m a drunk!
But in admitting truth we rise,
asking for help, apologizing, doing
the humble things that yield peace
We cry at Trump’s tear gas at the child?
We cry at shooting towels and lies while
Puerto Rico suffers dark and prolonged death.
We cry at the protest leaving one dead,
talking about “culture” and race?
He separates mothers from children,
desecrating his own mother left and right,
the sickness is not his alone he’s got
ten thousand at the rally,
millions okay, coming out against
difference, immigrants, ethnic
cleansing disguised in code language
like “Make America Great Again.”
“When was is great, sir?” Maga,
hah! A slogan so negative and backwards,
flying under radar like it’s no big deal!
Make America White Again! Bring
back the good old days!
A native American thinking “great!” You
mean the days before white men brought
disease and beer?
Cursing and disrespect for the earth?
Maga!! Throw tear gas on the little
girls, they’re brown,
reminding those with soul of Andrew
Jackson’s Trail, Donald’s favorite
president of course, mass murder a thing
okay as long as money’s in it!
Donald Trump is not the disease,
nor King Evil in this experiment we
call the “United States!”
God, not presidents—are solution.
Higher Power, Earth, the great
Mother, Great Spirit, gratitude
for one more day of life.
Maga! The suit is toxic, embrace
our child, get out of the car, walk
a while barefoot on Truth.
Only God is great.