When He Is Gone Poem by Randy McClave

When he is finally gone
I hope my family and friends will move on,
I hope that their past won't return
Is my main hope and concern.
I hope that day in November
They will then always remember,
When the country will say, "No! not again"
No more lies, hate, bullying or sin.
I don't want to see his face anymore
In the paper on the news or on any shore,
And I hope never again to hear him speak
Or to see his silly looking physique.
I don't want to hear his name
Or ever again hear his voice I will proclaim,
I want him to just exit
As if he never did exist.
I hope my family and friends will see the truth
I hope that they finally will become a sleuth,
When they find out he wasn't a genius or a savior
By his deeds and acts and his true behavior.
I hope my brother will shed no more tears
I hope my sisters will have no more fears,
By believing a liar, a cheater and a con
I constantly pray to God that they'll move on.
I will forget all about him
But, I will never forget the hate and ignorance and bedlam,
That he support and nourished and it did grow
Which he revealed in the people I know.

Randy L. McClave