In Liberty Lost

 

In Liberty Lost

Alas, in the land of The Star-Spangled Banner, once brave now from freedom lost,

With the halfwit President, set at the helm, the nation beginning to pay the cost.

The bright stars, have lost their sparkle, and the broad stripes, are going narrow,

Liberty bell sits idle, the first light of dawn cut short, as Trump pushes his barrow.

The old president, an axe to grind, his brain broken, mind ridden with confusion,

His loyal followers transfixed, caught in a dismal trance, under a strange illusion.

In the past, he would have been committed, as a nutcase, with his faulty mind!

His thieving band are wreaking havoc, with the executive orders, he has signed.

In the city streets, the star-spangled banners, are with placards waved, in protest,

Faithful servants are getting fired, left, right and centre, the people really stressed.

They are anxious about what insane acts, are coming next, his mind so deranged,

He cannot recite the national anthem, so he is going to get all the words changed.

To blah, blah, blah! In hollow lines, like all the trivial words, used in his speeches,

The nonsense, and denigrations, with all the insipidus platitudes, that he preaches.

While he takes the country down, the road to ruin, he lives on a different planet,

His mind is fixed, on great wealth, beyond measure, his thick skull full of granite.

In silence his party firmly set, as the gap gets wider, prepared to sit on the shelf,

As he vents mindless tirades, and mistruths, many say that he speaks for himself.

For sure, he continues to sully, the reputation of America, and what it stands for,

As he blindly sides, with Putin’s evil regime, of terrorists, justifying Russia’s war.

We wonder what power, Putin holds over Trump, what muck Putin has, to rake,

As Trump continues, to break all his election promises, he is nothing but a fake.

Someday, his bubble of babble will burst, where he exists, ending the evil pact,

And America will be left, to pick up the broken pieces, all battered and cracked.

To mend the terrible rift created, the alliances denigrated, the dollar in tatters,

Rebuild the crestfallen world, where the freedom of innocent people matters.

In the iterum, his tenure fraught, Trump still gratified, to play his petty game,

Plunging the Western world into crisis, we think, that chaos is his middle name.

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (February 2025)