Sonnet No. 133 – Demons in the Hall
This president, he fomented insurrection.
Urged his lawless minions, to storm our building dear.
Smirking, he viewed his militia with affection,
Said he, “their fealty to my evil has no peer.”
He had children ripped from parents; put in cages.
He stands with nazis and the klan, they’re very fine.
Blacks were murdered by police – that caused no rages.
His words hailed aloft by congress; their orange shrine.
A nation gasped as thugs ransacked our Capital.
They caved the barricades, to desecrate the floor.
Madness reigned; the rebels were demons in the Hall.
A deranged white horde; they would welcome civil war.
This hateful man would yet see himself dictator.
All of those who worship at his stool are traitors.
—January, 2021
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