Saturday, May 12, 2018

ORANGE BLAZE FROM WHICH YOU CAME

ORANGE BLAZE FROM WHICH YOU CAME

Could you do me just one favor,
Me and my addled brain,
Go and kindly disappear
Through the orange blaze
From which you came.

Give me Bernie, Hillary,
Give me John McCain.
Your insults mount
and the body count,
Points to you and your pompous reign.

Soon you will be left,
Alone but not bereft.
You will have used up all your cronies,
Who lie for you, you silly man,
Sarah, Rudy and the other phonies,
Lips on fire like Kellyanne.

Give me back a man refined,
Obama with his promise
Of strength and grace defined.
Give me back the light that burns,
Kindly towards the refugee,
Gallantly toward black and white,
For Mexican and Cherokee.

Give this land a voice unsullied,
From childish petulant antics,
From rallies that stir malcontents,
Hyperbolic and pedantic.

Give some class and give some peace,
Unite this land from west to east.
Things are getting far too smarmy,
Not to mention a little Stormy.

Do us all a favor,
Better now than later.
Turn back time and take a ride,
Back up that escalator.

Unless you show some empathy,
Until you show some class.
You are not my President,
And hope is fading fast.

Could you do us all a favor,
Just think before you tweet.
They leave behind an aftertaste,
They make you small and cheap.

So kindly go and disappear,
Back into your New York tower.
The distant bell it tolls for thee,
Stronger with each passing hour.
Give me Bernie, Hillary,
Give me back Joe Biden.
Give me back civility,
It's bleeding and it's dying.
The stain of Charlottesville remains,
The sting of white supremacy.
It bows at the throne where you sit alone,
You'd better ask for clemency.

So do me a solid and disappear,
Into the squalid atmosphere.
Take your sad and soiled name,
There's no one left but you to blame.
Kindly, gently take the wheel.
You and your tired, worn art of the deal.
There would be no better reckoning,
Than to hear retirement beckoning.

Take the wheel and go full throttle,
Put the genie back in the bottle.
There is forgiveness and no shame.
Close your fists into the mist,
The orange blaze from which you came.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2018
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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