Trump's Shadow Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Trump walks through time,
an echo of men
who moved stones
into walls of fear.

His words crackle like dry wood,
feeding the fire he denies.
A smile like poison,
a fist in a velvet glove.

Hitler's pride in his clenched fists,
Stalin's coldness in his gaze,
Mao's hunger for power
in every word he breathes.

Truth bends beneath his voice,
a shadow falls across the land.
And in the distance, voices cheer,
not knowing they cheer
for their own fall.