TRUMP ‘16; BIDEN ‘20; NATURE ‘24

It's apropos he's loud and brash,
A cut off horn gives him his name.
He blows his own and tweets nonstop
For mass distraction is his game.
Bamboozle is his stock-in-trade.
Though he spent hours on the stump,
Divisions in America
Are what elected Donald Trump.

By his account he is the best,
He boasts, the greatest of them all.
His skill is in division though.
Too sad “divided we will fall.”
Despite how strong he thinks he is
He draws his strength from those divides.
Without them he would fade away.
He couldn’t live without the sides.

The sides sustaining politics
Are ways we try to fill the void.
If we’d accept we can’t do that,
All Donald Trumps we could avoid.
If we stop giving life to Trumps
We would unite humanity.
Without divides we might survive
To live another century.

Though four years later Biden won,
Beliefs dividing us remain.
Because “divided we still fall”
To keep believing is insane.
Throughout the race the voters prayed,
”God please come over to our side.”
The God of Abraham agreed.
But Nature’s God cannot divide.

In ‘24 it matters not
Which man or woman wins the race.
Since Nature is in life to win
Democracy can not keep pace
With all the changes she will make
To reacquire her sanity
Despite that meaning she’ll have to
Dispose of all humanity.

To have a chance to live at all
We have to ditch democracy,
Dispose of all our make-believe,
And join in Nature’s unity.

OUR LIFE LINE (reasoned prose)
WALLS
DEMOCRACY: a debacle
TOGETHER
AGE of ASININITY