Horseman POTUS
“If we have between
…one hundred thousand
……and two hundred thousand
We’ve altogether
…done a very good job”
So says our raving russet-tinged Boneman
…the pitiless tawny tutelar* horseman
……our POTUS become Pestilence
Presiding, gloating, as we pass 175K
…expecting maybe 300 for Christmas
One hundred and seventy-five thousand
…dead we can scarcely conceive
……and still the tutelar Boneman extols
The virus will just magically disappear
…and urges the My Pillow Guy’s toxic cure
Angels of mercy overwhelmed, numbed
…by an unending, unstemmed stream of patients
……watching those in their oh so tender care
Dying alone, without loved ones near
…wracked with pain, unable to breathe
Mercy is strained far beyond breaking
…the angels too begin to fall and fall
……ground down, downcast, sacrificed
Every death a sum the regime hopes we won’t count
…as we watch our communities… our families collapse
In the enumerable days to come,
…how many more will be lost… will die of this covid,
……with every fact denying voice amplified,
Proving in this unrelenting pandemic,
…their hate means so much more than life?
Compassion and empathy and hope
…are anathema and libtard propaganda
……science and fact are fake news, you know
Equal justice and opportunity evil communism
…inclusivity is godless satanic atheism
All the nation’s falling, failing, flailing
…sinking ground under pandemic and death
……death claims and claims and claims the best of us
While truth is beaten, beaten down… crushed
…risking death every American’s economic responsibility
©23 August 2020, by D. Denise Dianaty
* tutelar definition: serving as a protector or guardian,
