Little boy blue come blow your horn

 A boy, a silver spoon toy, he thought it to be too poor

So as a man, his father's business he ran, but always wanted more

Power wanted, wealth flaunted, even a TV show

Though lawless, he ran for public office, charming many below

He dreamed to see a country with a whip of liberty at its side

Blinders blurred to reminder's word, freedom's bloody hands of genocide

From parents torn a child, mercy defiled, words bouncing off deaf ears

Modeling his action after Jackson, another trail of tears

Sprouted seed, from capitalistic greed, that always needed more land

Canada a new state, he would liberate, build a wall in the Panama sand

After he won thought he was the sun, now desired to be God

Never content, with his tongue's razor he rent political correctness' facade 

A public offender he outlawed transgender, treating them as toxins

Being a rule bender he legislated gender, setting when it begins

So as his sun set, he was upset, vowed next day he'd return

Rattling his saber at foreign labor, what's to come wait and learn

Reviews

[MCS]

Brilliant piece of writing my friend. All true and all sad and the next four years or perhaps more if he gets his wishes granted again - will be hell.

[Soren]

We will have to wait to see. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated

[Poetic Beauty]

Unfortunately this tale is of truth. The news these days is horrifying and it wasn’t great before.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read. I am not political, apolitical but antipolitical no matter the party. Never the less one can not negate that it affects all of us. Thanks so much for the read and comment we will wait and see what comes of all this.

[Poetic Beauty]

I’m not a political person either. Right is right and wrong is wrong and I fear we are in for a whole lot of turmoil