I Dreamed Again of Trumplandia

I dreamed again of Trumplandia.

The nightmare keeps recurring--

The lines between fact

And fiction constantly blurring.

 

The best of the worst is stifled;

The worst of the best promoted.

Reality is expressed

In words that are sugarcoated.

 

Lady Liberty frowns;

Her stance seems to shout:

"Away, huddled masses!

Wretched refuse, keep out!"

 

What is crass becomes golden;

What is golden turns crass.

What appear to be diamonds

Are actually cut glass.

 

Vindictiveness is praised.

The language becomes oblique.

The common form of expression

Develops into a shriek.

 

Walls surround the country,

So high that gawking crowds

Strain to see the tops

Obscured by dreary, gray clouds.

 

Cameras are able to capture--

When the spotlight shines--

The pupils of the leader:

Two dollar signs.

 

Despite reports, only

A few wallets grow fatter.

The government sends the message:

Wealthy lives matter.

 

I cringe when I see the people

Grow more and more apathetic.

I tell myself it's a dream

And hope that it's not prophetic.

 

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