Arlene Corwin writes

Doesn’t The Man Have A Lick of Love?

 I always call myself a Non-Political;
Don’t know much but keep in touch,
Scanning, skimming, clutching writers whom I trust -
Journalists with facts behind, and what I find is,
I'm about to ‘bust’,
This plethora of negativity
Disrupting me;  He 
Sending waves
Of systematic and chaotic ravings
Out into the world, the air,
As if he doesn’t and will never care.
Let’s say, the concept fair 
Has not been born in him,
Or shorn from him at early age;
Replaced by scorn and clearly rage.

It’s hard to shake self-interest -
Driving us the way it does.
In most of us it doesn’t show.
But we who know,
Know through his yellowed hair that it’s conspicuously so. 
He doesn’t show awareness.
That is very, very  dangerous!
Weapons yes! Climate not! One tangible, one 'piffle poppy cock'.
Though wary, wary: you, me, us,
We generally have little leverage. 
He, can and about to ravage…
Place in bondage… savage… 
We, who in the end must salvage
Sewage left from dreg’s abuse…
What is the use!
Pro-survival, all that I can do is vote!
Then it might be too doomed late.
Belatedly too dam-burst late!
Think, a lick of love is all that it would take,
Would, could or should...it might make all the difference.

 

-- Lennart Gäbel

As democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be occupied by a downright fool and complete narcissistic moron.

--H. L. Mencken, 26 July 1920