26 Oct 2016 – Candidate “B”

The face you see reflected in your toxic spills.
The echo-chamber’s screechings when your voice grows shrill.
The poster-child of all whose hearts are filled with greed,
who joke of rape (if not indulging in the deed).

A nation’s native son, revealing their contempt
for all the races and religions they resent.
A mirror we keep trying to explain away –
an x-ray of our land we’d rather hold at bay.