Yesterday,

A former president, a man whose acts were
Undistinguished, cautious, uninspired, dull,
Observed his portrait being placed, at last,
Upon a White House wall, a ceremony
Four years late, and why?  Because he'd
Been the only president who wasn't wholly
White, and, thus, the vicious racist who
Succeeded him refused to do as others in
That office have:  invite his predecessor
To come watch his portrait being hung.  
The work, though done, was packed away
Until the racist, vile man, was cast out
By disgusted millions, cast out, though
He did his best to cling to power through
Both violence and fraud.  He thunders still
From Florida, and wretched millions, also
Racists, hoot, like bands of chimpanzees,
Whenever he appears and speaks.  They
Hope that he'll return to power, smiling
Smugly as his image goes up in
A White House hall, but, having been
Accused of an almost unending list of
Crimes, his portrait would seem more
At home, not near that of the man he
Scorned, but widely copied and displayed
On Postal Service walls.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-09-08 at 23:53

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A precise of an era, is this poem. Unfortunately the era has yet to definitively end. Let us hope it does soon, for the division it is creating is terribly destructive.
Allen
2022-09-10