And the Crowd Booed

And the Crowd Booed

A Poem by Bob B

The crowd saw him, the president,

With his sycophants clapping their hands;

Their images filled the stadium screen

High above the spectator stands.

 

Suddenly, one could hear,

Amidst the cheers and jeers of the crowd,

Familiar words: "Lock him up!"

One would think that Trump would be proud.

 

How he loves to hear those words

At all of his political rallies! Plus,

When he wants to encourage his fans

To blast his opponents, they do it thus.

 

Wait! Ah, but now it's different.

Someone who always behaves by whim

Can now experience how it feels

To have the words directed at HIM.

 

Considering all the damage he's caused,

Let's give credit where it's due:

Whether it's right, the man deserves

Every heckle, every boo.

 

Impeachment looms, but his removal

From office is not so likely, they say.

Still, Congress has the duty

To go through the process anyway.

 

In the meantime, while he watches

His reputation go up in flames,

Maybe the man seriously

Ought to avoid attending games.

 

-by Bob B (10-30-19)

© 2019 Bob B


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