After The Tirade Of Insults Ends Spanish Bullfighter Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

When the parachute lands a new president will touch ground,
The bruises will say it all
When the hand touches the door of the oval office.

Even the key will say hallo head with
a halo.
You the fighter that gave it to the world in a tirade of insults.
Will your reign use better words and build the ones whose vote ushered you in.
We know what you think of those whom you have spoken to in words that make us put stoppers in our ears.
Here at the corner of trust move to the center and hug us all.
Share some warmth for our hearts ate tired.
Today's world drains us as it drowns in a sea of roughest storms.
Don't leave us here in the eye of the storm for we will forever be blinded by tears for the wind is too rough.

You said you come to calm storms of hunger and poverty. Were you telling lies. How can you be fibbing when we are facing the hardest times?
Life is not one big political arena of fibs told by fibbers like you for you you bend over backwards like a rubber band and sting those who stretched you to the end of your elasticity where agter hitting the mark you shot out the hope of your own and cast it in the roughest waves
never to be retrived.
Your messages of the campaign trail will haunt us for we will look till our eyes are red as the insults uttered on this campaign ask us what we expected.
Do better than you did as you did when you had us listen to a his and hs and hers where we had to enjoy oue tango with two dear devils without horns.
It has been a fight where we watched all the horns fall
We stand outside the arena watching now the Spanish bullfight is over. Welcome hero in the most stylish suite.
We bow to you with both respect and awe for you have won the toughest of bullfights. Even the loser knows that.
Sincerely yours, the tired of the earth.