Racism Works

By Judith Trustone 

I weep at the evidence as three inspiring souls, 
Beto O'Rourke, Andrew Gillum and Stacy Abrams, 
three of many seeking to rein in the orange rage, 
harness the unbridled hatred, stop the pounding
into violence-threatened hearts seeking kindness, 
moving us forward, far away from our inner child, 
our fears deep within us, hearts trembling and sad. 

The orange man promises to soothe our fears 
while sneering at our souls' craving comfort. 

Half of us hate him. 
Half of us love him, early 
tossing aside the Golden Rule while
salivating Pavlovian style for dreams by 
Machiavellian manipulators seeking only 
power, money and freedom from a moral core
to do whatever we want without guilt or even a 
smidgen of regret to harm like Hitler whomever we wish, 
to poison our planet, our air and our water not only with 
impunity but with glee

The orange man and his sycophant's promise to soothe
our credit card debts, giving us a glimpse of a golden ring
always just beyond reach in a land of promises and lies. 
And on we vote for robotized, hypnotized, sanitized, 
corrupt, uneducated and mean-spirited politicians, proud of 
their cruelty, twinkling at the possibility of torture, 
tossing toddlers into baby jails while blind, deaf and ignorant, 
we listen to the lies of the orange man, his corruption and evil 
knowing no bounds while we doze in football-obsessed passivity. 

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