Trump Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Trump

Rating: 3.9


With a stroke of his brush
He painted them all non-white
His eyes blinded by white
Couldn't see the blackness
He heard his ears listening
To the sounds of the ghetto
His mouth roaring like a lion
Devouring innocent cubs
His hands ever so small punching air
Empty words missing the intended target
His sniffing stale air fighting for his life
His taste for victory crushing all that lives
His spilling blood from the cradle of life
Making a mockery of all that's human

Sunday, October 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: racism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 05 October 2016

So nicely designed. Thoughtful poem.Thanks for sharing.

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Mj Lemon 04 October 2016

This is a great, insightful work. It may be all too easy to write off Trump as infantile, immature....But as you say, he makes a mockery.....And that being the case, should he really be dismissed? A great, thoughtful work.

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Kelly Kurt 04 October 2016

He is not only a ridiculous candidate for our leader, he is a horrible human being. What does that say about a large segment of our society? (Hillary is definitely no prize either.)

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