A hurricane hammers down the houses
while the silly Trumpeter blows his horn.
His people fret about phantom Muslims
and the Mexicans hired to cut their lawns
– for they’ve been told by the Trumpeter’s Fox
that the sick are just work-shy or shirking
and it’s all the hateful foreigners’ fault
that no one now in Detroit is working.
He wants his people all living in fear
– fear of an enemy over the sea
and buying guns to kill one another:
see the blood flow in the land of the free!
And what kind of Stupid thinks it’s ok
a weekend gambler can arm to the teeth
with military guns designed for a war
then, from a hotel, strafe the people beneath?
Oh, don’t worry – I’ll tell you the answer:
a man who’s afraid of the NRA,
a tweeting fool so weak and unrooted
a hurricane soon will blow him away.