(friday poem)
When
Trump is Gone
When Trump is gone I’m gonna smile
Despite the great pandemic
When trump is gone I’ll breathe again
Though triumph be totemic
When Trump and his enablers are
Cleaned out like so much litter
I will not mind, for a little while
If victory tastes bitter
When Trump is gone I’ll look around
Endeavouring to be glad
Not focus on the grief and pain
The world need not have had
I’ll try to block the images of
Young children abandoned in cages
Dampen down the horrors of
The tears that paid his wages
When Trump is gone and the air is cleared
And we’ve sluiced out the bile and the slime
We’ll remember not to do this again –
Until the next
time…
NB – according to
US court papers recently released – over
500 of the children separated from their parents on the orders of the Trump administration have not been reunited with
them despite court orders – some may never be.