One cursed day it came to pass
In what was the land of the free and the brave
That an old orange fellow who was both cruel and crass
Rode to power on the crest of a deeply conned wave
Of voters hungry for the things that they needed
That they overlooked the reality of the monarchy they had seeded
Perhaps they believed it could not happen here
But here it is, in the flesh, just 11 weeks in
Where the destruction he’s doing is tragically clear
And, of course, he denies having ever, ever committed a sin.
Or even done wrong or made a mistake.
Continuing to get away with everything
Now that he’s again in.
More tax cuts for the oligarchs
More taxes for the rest
Votes brought in this villain
And cast out our best
A king simply declares
And those declarations are law
Hold loved ones tight
Figure out how to fight.
Oh, my country and my countrymen
What have we done
To invite and elect this rampant darkness
And blot out our nation’s sun?
It’s too late to switch:
Our near future’s a bitch.
And today: He’ll decide what reporters can attend his “news” sessions
So all will be absent who might challenge
Either his actions or his indiscretions.
Each day brings some new blight
On a country that once saw the light.
David Reinstein lives in San Anselmo.
