Republican President by Cath Campbell

I have no good poem
for this quilt of grand lies.
No easy rhyme for unreason.

They are rounding up the intellectuals.
Helterskelter.
Paint them bloody.

Skew writerly bones
for authenticity.
Oh build your walls.

Feed the gaping poor
razzmatazz. Failed crops
and coups.

Stoke them flames.
Fuel them fools
glee, full-served.

Stick it to the Man.

Happy now,
hung-over country?

Hot. Enough. Yet ?

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