The Trump-Pets Blare, but Their End is in Sight

As the old ways die, and they do, I promise,
Gays will marry, and your god, old as you are
And a bigot, will shrink from mastery of
The cosmos to butt of jokes, to hokey myth,
And the unbelievers will crow in the square.
Bibles will burn, and your sort will find
Themselves suddenly seen as pariahs,
Endlessly spurned and belittled by those
With tawny-colored skins, and recently
Married gays.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-08 at 01:26

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