From there, upon his pedestal,
he lingered longingly
on the crowd surrounding him.
Dialogue and dialectic,
commentary and whimsical surprise,
his cult of personality
awake and on the rise.
But fate is fickle, as is the crowd
and it passed subsequently;
a brief rejoinder as it exited,
a momentary lapse and then return
to unregarded reason
and art lost in the daily churn.
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Is this poem about trump? I’m hoping his cult regains their sanity soon and we can go back to normal very soon.
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It wasn’t about Trump, but could be interpreted that way.
I have written poems about Trump before (I’ve written nearly 600 poems on this site alone, so it might be a bit hard to find lol). I don’t like to get political on the internet but I will say the world will be a better place once he moves on.
Here’s a link to a haiku I wrote about America’s next election: https://stevestillstanding.com/2018/10/19/haiku-friday-plebiscite-a-haiku/
🙂
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