The street light casts a shadow on the bedroom wall through
partly opened curtains and for a moment I see Adolf Hitler
in silhouette and I know it’s my imagination but the truth is, hate
in an orange face scares me.
Monday 25th June 2018 9:21 am
I don't often post on this poetry blog but I feel so strongly about this subject, I had to share it.
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, the thought of you as the next Leader
of the Free World makes me want to hurl.
Has America lost her mind
to even consider a racist, sexist buffoon
who hasn’t the sense to spend a sliver of his tax-free billions
on decent hair...
Friday 14th October 2016 11:40 am