money changers and dove salesmen…

sadness
has become
a
national
tradition
tears
are shed
as
we leave
our beds
and
confront
yet
another day
of
inhumanity
while
global warming
warnings
go
unheeded
and
death’s children
bleed
from war’s wounds
many
before
they leave
a woman’s womb
but
barnum and bailey citizens
applaud
the empty promises
made
by
word juggling
political clowns
that
unholy
heartless
unappeasable
slanderous
cult of charlatans
charlatans
of
little
real
biblical renown
but
quite capable
when
easing coins
from
unsuspecting devotees
of
blind ignorance
devotees
when provided
with
some form of
traditional
pavlovian
stimuli
like
make america great again
begin
to do
in blackface
a steppin’ and fetchin’ routine
that would
make
hitler proud
such
a lovely praying
lynch mob
makes one
want
to go back
to bed
and
start all over again
dreaming
that things
will change
the next day