Basket of Deplorables

If in the basket of deplorables must I be,

To quote a term most used by sweetest Hilary,

Then let me state this best I can,

I'm voting for our country, not the man.

A country where race and gender aren't the bait,

But where everyone is open to debate,

United by a sense of common pride

Holding back divisions’ surging tide.

Where knowledge of our strength is used for good,

And our intent for peace is not misunderstood;

Making clear to tyrants our firm resolve,

So that by dialogue not war may they

squabbles solve.

A nation where our people are first in line

And not succumb to disadvantages or imported crime,

From open borders with illegals pouring through,

With misguided politicians caring more for them than you.

Where doctrine is replaced by common sense,

From the fringes seeking dominance hell-bent.

Boys competing fully in girls sport,

No reasoned thought for when children to abort.

Politicians’ vanity projects not worth

Squandering our money with intent and

unrequited mirth;

While millions live in poverty and need,

Ignored by legislators craving fame and intellectual greed.

I want our leaders to respect our flag,

And not applaud when to the ground protestors stomp and drag;

And for why, but to score a series of cheap shots,

Empowering radicals to ferment those never ending plots.

So yes, my vote goes to just my country,

And if a name must I choose, I say this humbly,

My selection won't be for one that's woke,

Or that will seek to send our country broke.

Politicians convince themselves they're special,

They are in fact a wallowing empty vessel,

Using their guile and mimic to impress,

When truth be told, they almost invariably depress.