25 Jul 2017 – Psalm for A Bleak Tuesday Morning

How long, O Lord, before the Earth below
recoils and shakes in loathing and disgust,
responding in a way most apropos
as brazen madness bellows and combusts?

The twit-in-chief spews hate, the nation frays.
Dissected – diagnosed – our doom each dawn
is hearing, once more, what this jackass brays.
How long, O Lord, before our blight is gone?

~

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