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