Children torn from their

parents – an American

dream turns into a nightmare.

~

We the people can

wake up, reverse the nightmare,

elect compassion.

What acerbic fool

insists upon some litmus test

just to show he’s no one’s tool?

~

And fails to realize

all the while that he has

fallen for another’s guile.

Our dogs and Trump

have something in common. They’ll

howl til they get attention.

~

 If your dogs had hands,

they, and the groper in chief

might be even more alike

Solid surety

in politics, poetry;

artful ambiguity

~

Something to strive for

though not easy to achieve

and yet we still try.

Why search far, why search

wide when what you’re looking for

can be found inside?

~

Why bother searching

at all? Why not just sit there

contemplating Vulpine News!

This whipsaw climate,

squeezed between shifting seasons:

can we find stability?

~

Each season has its

reasons and sometimes, like now,

we can’t listen to either.

Oh say can you see

any help for a nation

gone so far astray?

~

Riotous bombast

lights the way forward instead

of righteous indignation

Are some citizens

worth less than any others

based upon the votes they cast?

~

The answer one gives

shows something about one’s own

 qualifications to choose.

While we sing a song

of sixpence, he sits in the

White House counting his money.

~

Sixpence merits song!

Tuppence and a groat is good

when all you got’s ha’pennies

“Self-sufficiency!”

screams the egotistic flea

nestled on giant’s shoulders.

~

From this lofty perch

there is much that he can’t see –

like his own dependency.