By God! I say by this time next year
you may have done it! I feel that great
and abominable day closing in.
I cannot help but dream up great
fantastical ideas of how it may be
and find myself longing for the time
where we can finally rest.
Indeed one day, perhaps soon,
the administration will stand big and tall.
They’ll go out to their pulpits
and proclaim to one and all,
“We have silenced the Negros,
the Retards, the Faggots. We have
expunged the Illegals, removed
the books and their racket. The women
fall silent, they bow as Eve did to Adam.
We have hid Them all away,
no more distractions!”
And in its victory it will rejoice with great parades
and song —all hollow and haunting and
discordant and wrong. Yet still cannot be silenced
the Poets, the Dreamers, the Friends,
and no government can take the bleeding heart
of rage away from them. And even when
the regime takes its oppressive hand
to stamp them out — when the paper burns and
the black earth weeps the ink of broken promise
— When you cry, “Get the constitution now
and put it in a noose! Truly it is spoiled
with all that is rotten too!”
We will find then crushed men keep
their poems in their chest. And feel the beat
of war drums a- drumming in their breast.
That even with our tongues ripped free
and skillful fingers nipped and torn —
the people who’s song plucks in their veins
cannot be silenced.
- wip “A Love Letter to Donald J. Trump”
I try to keep things light hearted around here, but I finally decided to let this one out of the folders. I wrote it back in 2024 and have been tweaking it since then. I find that poetry is one of the few things that can fully express my feelings on the state of my country. And I believe that art is a form of resistance.
Continue making art. Continue speaking out. And let me know if the poem needs work.