Kurt Philip Behm


Oh, Mr. President - Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Oh, Mr. President
your agenda has failed

Oh, Mr. President
the unfortunate wail

Oh, Mr. President
your tongue has been forked

Oh, Mr. President
your policies pork

Oh, Mr. President
your blinders fit tight

Oh, Mr. President
the days are now night

Oh, Mr. President
our veterans abandoned

Oh, Mr. President
your lies all ‘glad handed’

Oh, Mr. President
the babies in parts

Oh, Mr. President
your abortive retorts

Oh, Mr. President
our servicemen die

Oh, Mr. President
your defense ministers lie

Oh, Mr. President
the poor have sunk low

Oh, Mr. President
your smile still glows

Oh, Mr. President
our enemies stalk

Oh, Mr. President
they feast while you talk

Oh, Mr. President
Chicago now burns

Oh, Mr. President
your party to churn

Oh, Mr. President
your nose has grown long

Oh, Mr. President
the bees stinger gone

Oh, Mr. President
the bad checks that you write

Oh, Mr. President
our great-grandchildren’s plight

Oh, Mr. President
so slick and so cool

Oh, Mr. President
you treat us like fools

Oh, Mr. President
your ‘Emperors New Clothes’

Oh, Mr. President
your fantasy grows

Oh, Mr. President
to you black or white

Oh, Mr. President
our ‘melting pot’ fights

Oh, Mr. President
no skin in the game

Oh, Mr. President
the fleecing you gave

Oh, Mr. President
the economy sick

Oh, Mr. President
the Chinese hold our ‘chits’

Oh, Mr. President
your intent to deceive

Oh, Mr. President
we once did believe

Oh, Mr. President
all left and no right

Oh, Mr. President
damnation delights

Oh, Mr. President
the wall’s caving in

Oh, Mr. President
virtuosity sinned

Oh, Mr. President
the children now cry

Oh, Mr. President
their dreams have all died

Oh, Mr. President
a voice then so glib

Oh, Mr. President
the false life you have lived

Oh, Mr. President
your Cabinet rocked

Oh, Mr. President
all fair access locked

Oh, Mr. President
our health care in shambles

Oh, Mr. President
you banter and ramble

Oh, Mr. President
the Supreme Court in two

Oh, Mr. President
its cause—only you

Oh, Mr. President
old prophecy burns

Oh, Mr. President
new curses to learn

Oh, Mr. President
the knife twisting deep

Oh, Mr. President
the blade of a thief

Oh, Mr. President
the beggars last dime

Oh, Mr. President
wasted on crime

Oh, Mr. President
we were democrats once

Oh, Mr. President
both parties you’ve ‘chumped’

Oh, Mr. President
your minions behind

Oh, Mr. President
dropping like flies

Oh, Mr. President
the terrorists bold

Oh, Mr. President
your podium scolds

Oh, Mr. President
great promise now stilled

Oh, Mr. President
the aspirations you’ve killed

Oh, Mr. President
there’s fire at the gate

Oh, Mr. President
—your punishment waits

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November,2015)

Topic(s) of this poem: opinion

Form: Refrain


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 15, 2015


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