This poem is a dose of pushing back on the Trump regime’s deployment of masked secret police and increasing militarization of policing in our ledged democracy…
The Enema’s Within
They talked shit
A bout
The left
And those who haven’t
They want have the country
Too rule the other
Brought and souled
On violence
While huddled masses bellow
Agin the party lyin’
This is knot America
To be politically korrect
State-ing the obvious
In what parently is limited government
Bye the people
In what remains
The fatherland
As neighbors turn in
This
Incite out
What is it wee must
In part
Taken in
Assault-y and bitter solution
In what might be
In dispensable
A healthy dose of moral fiber
Standing to gather
That peaceable assembly
In what right truly means
None left
Behind
With standing whatever throne at US
The catch
As chants is up on
In head and tails
To toil it
Allot of shit
Perhaps choiring US
In the wake of such grievances
To re-dress
Amidst that essence of democracy
