Vichy White House

The Vichy White House

Sycophants, collaborators flatter

With trumped up lies for the chief sociopath,

Liberty’s thief, whose political math

For election is the real white matter

Of a dark brain that makes our laws splatter

Clubs, blood, and gas in our streets with such wrath

To order storm troopers to clear the path

For agents to speak the tyrant’s clatter.


Homeland insecurity rattles fear

For the voting that holds Democracy

For a nation free to breathe and know

The air of hope in a union to hear

The voice of citizens who choose to see

Freedom in Nature’s God beyond Jim Crow.

Kemmer Anderson


This poem is about: 
My country


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