My only outlet twitter

Where the magats twat

I block as quickly as I can

But often I am caught

By something so cruel and vile

Uglier than I could have thought

Some comment on appearance

Of daughter grieving, wrought

By the death of her honorable father

who had fiercely fought

For a country, an ideal

He’d been so strictly taught

To stand by his convictions

Even though maybe fraught

By captivity, torture, pain

His body must have begot

While his family back at home

For his freedom fiercely sought

But he refused to return

Until freedom brought

To his comrades in cages

For the entire lot

He may not have been perfect

But my heart is still in a knot

For a family, friends and country

For a republic fraught

By liars, cheaters, cons

Supporting a large, orange snot