Sunday, July 24, 2016

Satire Sunday:January 21st

Inaugurated, he did not waste time;
He'd used the months since his election well,
Acquiring land in ev'ry zone and clime
To build his camps. The round-ups, though, were hell
On those he'd deputized to round up brown
And black and pink alike, for they'd all fled.
"Good riddance," his supporters said. A frown,
Though, crossed his face. The simple folk he led
Had taken back their country, yes, but who
Was left to do the work? The lawns, the health,
The scientific breakthroughs? All too few
Who'd chosen to remain created wealth
Enough to build his wall, though that, indeed
Was something for which there was now no need.

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