How Could You? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
How Could You?
Watching, listening to others around me, not believing
what I'm hearing at times, some woman is saying she's
voting for Hillary and I'm thinking oh my God! how
could you?
Unable to understand her reasoning and illogical thoughts,
believing Hillary a better choice than Trump, what a
waste of her vote, knowing that our country will go down
the toilet with Hillary at the helm.
Apparently millions of Americans agreed with me, they
voted for Trump and he won, he's now our 45th President
and of that, I'm so very glad, now America will be great
once again because he's a businessman, not a politician.
Everyone has an opinion, living in a free country allows
us to speak our minds out loud without any penalty, of
this I'm also very glad! because now Donald Trump's our
President and political correctness is a thing of the past!
All verses are entirely my opinion, it's how I felt and feel now, you are entirely welcome to disagree, as long as you remember to respect my views the way I respect yours. I believe that's called maturity.
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4/25/2024 8:06:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
There is no substitute for maturity, consideration and wisdom And you, dear RoseAnn have all 3 and more because you are a poet and poets have an understanding that goes beyond common sense. You're poem is wonderful, clear, precise, respectful and deep. I happen to agree with everything you've said But then, come to think of it, Thank goodness, I have never been politically correct. Have thought about all you have said here many times but did not have the guts or talent to say it well. Thanks for saying it for me. I hope that all those, whether they agree or not will be respectful of your opinion, for that is what is called Democracy, the power to disagree, Respectfully. Great poem! Wish Mr. Trump could read it!