Invitation

Invitation

A Poem by Bob B

Some people call it karma;

Others just cause and effect.

One might also call it comeuppance:

What we sow, we will collect.

 

While many towering figures attended

The funeral of John McCain,

Trump was forced to watch from a distance.

A TV screen was safe terrain.

 

Without even hearing the president's

Name mentioned, anyone

Could hear in eulogies and speeches

The great damage that he has done.

 

We will rise above this, we hope.

We will survive direct assaults

On freedom and democracy.

We can grow and learn from our faults.

 

Don't worry, Mr. Trump.

One day you'll be invited

To something most don't want you to miss:

That's when you get indicted.

 

-by Bob B (9-3-18)

© 2018 Bob B


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