(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)
Caravans comprising multitudinous
 peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
 strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated
 by North America
 an irresistible source,
which tug felt
 nearly all the way round
 webbed wide world beckoning
 for waves of humanity
figuratively donned as spawning fish,
toward which currently dimming
 beacon of democracy flickr
 Trump might extinguish
though tis quite heart
 breaking to experience
vicariously as one collective soul,
 these desperate folks
ambitious to seek asylum,
 (and eventual citizenship),
 while this "FAKE" president
 invents many a...holy SMOKES
outrageous, nefarious, and malicious
 dagger o type cruel barbed wire
accusing, condemning, and emasculating,
 (I could continue),
 but ye dear reader would tire
unless individuals
 
 affected by xenophobia
 countenance same stance
 as Commander in Chief,
 or contrariwise some
 like minded
 
 thinkers, rack coon sitter
the migrant situation dire,
 would effectively serve me
 as preaching to
 the Unitarian choir,
yet any sensate 
 person must admit
tis quite upsetting, lamenting,
 and agonizing to witness
 hordes of persons treated like
 some pestilential
eyesore dagnabbit,
yes this chap can
 endlessly spout flibbertigibbet,
though thee crux of my opinion,
 inspires a poem express
 sing supportive emotions
 particularly acknowledging,
 how these masses (thousands)
 of vulnerable individuals
show true grit,
nonetheless yours truly,
 would be hard pressed
 for an immediate
 humane solution to corral
this extensive kit
and caboodle, though this generic guy
with a poetic knack
shakes his noggin
watching armed flack
delivered from border patrol agents/
United States military, lack
restraint, and who outright attack
trespassers at point
 blank range that pack,
a deadly (Judge Judy ish
 huss) punch smack
king young ones
 upside the head forcing
everyone to backtrack
to their homeland of
 persecution by crack
headed gang members, which thugs
 violently land a deadly whack!
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- Published: November 26th, 2018 16:27
- Category: Sociopolitical
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The poetry world infected with blinded sight
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