An Oval Joker.
Smearing an image,
Once held to be sacred.
And allowed to be trashed.
As a greatness to be had,
Loses its meaning.
With more laughing,
At the sadness.
Permitted to last.
For as long as it has.
To believe an allegiance to pledge,
Remains a patriotic thing to do.
When someone elected to sit,
In a position of leadership.
Declares amongst those who cheer,
A disregard for all of it as B.S.
Leaving many to no longer doubt,
Perhaps from the inside out...
The Oval Joker,
Delivering comments as if a fool.
May not be as much of one.
As those the Oval Joker represents.
Since decorum has long been gone,
From values once meant to behold them sacred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem