Autocrat Trump Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

A man stands at the podium,
bathed in the glow of cameras,
his voice a hammer,
his words a wall.

He calls for loyalty,
not to country,
not to law,
but to himself.

Truth bends,
breaks,
disappears.

He speaks of enemies,
always enemies-
in the press,
in the courts,
in the streets,
in the silence of those who will not kneel.

He promises strength,
but it is fear.
He promises victory,
but it is ruin.

The crowd roars,
some in devotion,
some in dread.

History watches.
It has seen this before.