Let Them Eat Cake ...

Sat, 04/15/2017 - 02:09 -- skybird

 

Trump sure knows how to
share the sacrifices,
spread that butter a little thin 
on his own toast,
as say ...
when he weekends 
at Mar-a-Lago,

 

that opulent palace-like estate 
with its Flemish tapestries, 
lavish oriental rugs,
& a Louis XIV-style ballroom,
with $7 million in gold leaf 
on the walls,

 

one-more-time ...
$7 million in gold-leaf
on the walls,

 

& it is here that he relaxes
every weekend
this Sun-King of ours,
this Oriental Potentate,
this Pasha in crushed velvet,

 

the cost of these jolly
jaunts is $4 million 
each weekend,
oh … & there’s $4
million a month for 
Melania & Barron too,

 

poor young Barron,
who one does
feel for 
in a way.

 

So … at the risk 
of sounding like
an early 20th century
Bolshevik & drawing
attention to inequalities
& injustices & wealth
& rank luxury at the
very time when hungry
& lonesome old folks
are to be deprived
of basic nourishment,

 

I'll say:
"The revolution is not
an apple that falls 
when it is ripe.
You have to make 
it fall."

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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