Covid Heat Map And Four More Years Tanka Poem by Chen-ou Liu
Covid Heat Map And Four More Years Tanka
One Hundred Forty-Seventh Entry, Coronavirus Poetry Diary
the heat map
turns from red to dark red
in Georgia's sunshine
the President pumps his fist
when the crowd chants, "four more years"
FYI: The New Yorker, Dec.4: "Donald Trump, George Wallace, and the Influence of Losers"by Steve Coll
"Donald Trump will leave the White House in January, but Trumpism—that amorphous mobilization of nationalism, white nostalgia, and anti-élite grievance, twisted by disinformation—will likely remain a force in American politics for years."
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8/13/2025 12:43:37 PM # 1.0.0
What a shame my Uncle Sam has to expend energy on nothingness. White Americans it is important that you face reality. America is not cannot and must not be an Apartheid state. It is great because all races have built it including the blacks you keep looking down upon. YOU are all immigrants. Sorry to the good white folks who voted Trump out. God created all to love and live together. Please do not test His patience. I rest my case.