The Aftermath: Chaos In The Age Of Trump: Poetry Of Resistance: Barbarians At The Gates

By Gregory Nelson Amour

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Foul the air with charred fossil smell                                           
Fresh air we breathed, now a lying tale                                         
Water filled with debris and burning trash                                      
Brings polluting hordes polluted cash

Houses seized with another lie                                                    
They rejoice as the indigent freeze and die                                      
The spoils for 30 pieces of silver trade                                            
As they lie at the populace now betrayed

The Absurd campaign rhetoric, the rowdy red meat rallies, the insults of other candidates, the simplistic slogans, the impossible promises were accepted by enough (THOUGH NOT THE MAJORITY OF) voters and resulted in the unthinkable nightmare of a wannabe dictator, joined by right wing zealots, ideological extremists, and racial and religious bigots. They were intent on destroying everything they envied, feared, and resented. Seeing the City on the Hill, they became:

Children, elders, disabled struck down                                            
The immigrant cast back into the river to drown                               
The sick reduced to begging for care                                             
This, the result of the lord's greedy lair    

BARBARIANS AT THE GATES (Inauguration 2017)

Coins of silver and fools' foolish gold                                         
Dazzled some eyes now in servitude sold                                    
Gatekeepers betrayed the city for a lie                                            
They too will be betrayed and decreed to die

Barbarians at the City Gates                                                        
Riding in on fear and mongered fear and Hate                                     
Polluting water, earth and air                                                           
So Greed and Power kings and lords can share

Resist, resist the Barbaric hordes!                                                 
Never bend to or praise the looting lords                                       
One day a rebuilt city will shine                                                  
What once was theirs will again be "yours and mine."

Barbarians tearing down the City Wall                                               
All civil progress their aim to stall                                                
The ruins, marbled blocks of ivory and stone                              
Smashed apart so each a part can own

FROM: THE AFTERMATH: CHAOS IN THE AGE OF TRUMP: POETRY OF RESISTANCE: BARBARIANS AT THE GATES Page 14-17 

Vandals at the City Shrine                                                        
"What once was yours", they say, "is mine."                              
Changing the values of Truth we hold                                            
Into tarnished silver and corrupted gold

Mockers at the Statue's Door                                                            
Keep out "the wretched, the tired, the poor"                             
Extinguish the Lantern of hope once flaming bright                          
The burning city is their demented light

(Political Commentary leading into 20 original political and spiritual poems).

Foul the air with charred fossil smell                                           
Fresh air we breathed, now a lying tale                                         
Water filled with debris and burning trash                                      
Brings polluting hordes polluted cash

Houses seized with another lie                                                    
They rejoice as the indigent freeze and die                                      
The spoils for 30 pieces of silver trade                                            
As they lie at the populace now betrayed

Children, elders, disabled struck down                                            
The immigrant cast back into the river to drown                               
The sick reduced to begging for care                                             
This, the result of the lord's greedy lair    

Coins of silver and fools' foolish gold                                         
Dazzled some eyes now in servitude sold                                    
Gatekeepers betrayed the city for a lie                                            
They too will be betrayed and decreed to die

Resist, resist the Barbaric hordes!                                                 
Never bend to or praise the looting lords                                       
One day a rebuilt city will shine                                                  
What once was theirs will again be "yours and mine."

FROM: THE AFTERMATH: CHAOS IN THE AGE OF TRUMP: POETRY OF RESISTANCE: BARBARIANS AT THE GATES Page 14-17 

by Gregory Amour (Available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble)

(Political Commentary leading into 20 original political and spiritual poems).



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