I'm happy, and no one can take that from me,
Oh, sure sadness exists, but I meet it head on
And I do what I can, to deflect barbs and hooks.
In a world that so sadly ensnares new day's fawn,
I still choose to embrace life and will to stay free
Of Fake News, and the lies of political crooks.
There's joy when the wicked hoists on own petard,
When his lies get uncovered, fraud no place to run,
With this predator's 'truth' at last run 'up a tree! '
Fun to trumpet Trump's death in a poem or pun,
Though he won't feel its sting, let alone get deterred,
For the lie, bribe, and threat are his soul's artistry.
Don't sweat Donald's rise for his failings are great,
And quite funny as well! Will his spawn go to jail,
Might Fox News lose their voice for the crimes they prolong?
Mitch and Paul serve time too but by history's tale
Of misogynist bigots born centuries late!
By God's Grace, all Christ-haters will pass, they're just wrong!
Long Tooth
January 8th of 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem