I am tired of trump and all his cronies I thought this country was past him and people like him

Truth is they were there invisible in crevices all along

Waiting confined least they be stepped on by actual thinkers

Welcoming climate change offering no hope

Sinking selfishly into the quicksand of greed not realizing the circle they made would soon grow big enough to encompass them

Then the servants all immigrants for no one really has the right to withhold the land to sell the rights to water leave the 1%

LEFT without attention they shrivel like raisins

In the sun there is a new beginning were the least we do is enjoy the privilege of shared humanity

Our parched lips drink it in like a new thought never having crossed our minds we are liberated from the pinky finger believing its scrawny digit could defeat us

We only had to use our minds