Sequestered...In The White House...Of All Places Poem by James B. Earley

Truth...of it all....'tis somewhere....in the traces
....A racism....decidedly.....whose face is...
Sequestered...at the White House...of all places

Self-created...our plight....we're trapped...at its height
......There's a thief....in the night......in plain sight
Looting....prostituting - as if...some God...given right

....Deeds suspiciously compelling
There's no way of dispelling....nor critically foretelling
.....The depth....of this odor...we're smelling

The answer's...somewhere....in the traces
......Of.....that bigotry.........whose face is.....
Sequestered....in the White House...of all places

....It boggles....the mind...that we're so inclined
The fallacy of thinking a billionaire.....kind....
Thus screwing the masses straight-up its asses...we find

....Literal.....fire....in the eyes...there's no disguise
A passion.....divining....what the eyes......denies
....Thus....a word of caution...indeed to the wise

Truth...of it all....'tis somewhere....in the traces
....A racism....decidedly.....whose face is...
Sequestered...at the White House...of all places