Los Angeles, San Diego And The President Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A leader stands upon the stage,
With words of fire and hearts of rage.
He points his hand at cities tall,
And asks for shadows there to fall.

He wants the people there to bend,
To call him master, chief, and friend.
Because they will not bow the knee,
He speaks of ruin, cold and free.

No other voice in history's light,
Has claimed such power, such a right.
To wish for ash where children play,
Just so his ego has its way.

A hollow heart, a dangerous sound,
Wishing to crush the solid ground.
Believe it now, the truth is clear,
A leader fueled by pride and fear.