Used to write poetry long long time ago...recent events have made me want to pen something again.
Close your eyes and be blind
or open them and find
a country that has decided to bind
it's will and ways to a man of sways
of words that didn't say much
but convinced the populace of such
be it their anger or a fad
it is okay again to hate and cuss
to give a dark stain
to the american grain
And we've been forced on this train!
more than one asked to stay behind
but they chose to stay blind
to a world thought to be in the sight of hind
yet here we are
eight year in o's shadow
about to gain an orange glow
with his golden mane
sopping in the windless rain
one horse won at a loss for another
nothing will change
in another cycle if he still has fame
it will be another cycle of the blame game
hopefully the populace will not refrain
then to question the man about to control
america: his run away train.