The People's....Protest - At Trump's....Charade Poem by James B. Earley

....Build a frigging wall....repeatedly said
Though not a single bed for folks unfed...
That God-awful plight...of homeless dread

Millions dollars flushed down the drain
......Homeless aching....yet refrain
From anarchy....they don't complain

.....Helplessness is all they've got
Doing without long been their lot...
This military charade...food it's not

Pennsylvania Avenue again the screw
.....Ignoring poverty....but marching to
Drumbeat's irrational point of view

....Healthcare.....America's universal scare
Amongst European countries we don't compare
....A sick nation our looming/dooming nightmare

Full day's pay......for a full day's work......
Within Wall Street's mind that thought berserk
....We need save ourselves...be our own Dunkirk

From the marching military let's take our clue
....Not in the rear but out front....full view
Amongst tanks and missiles...our asses too

Let this be our epitaph...countless wars fore and aft
Millions dead......they got the shaft
....Gangster politics....Wall Street graft

Though they died they died with pride
......May that same fire within us reside
Along Pennsylvania Avenue....proudly stride...

From the marching military....taking our cue
.....Not in the rear but out front front full view
Amongst tanks and missiles....our asses too
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And with its mass of bodies wade....
A determined gathering thus its crusade
...The people's protest....of Trump's charade