David Curtis’ first published poem, Guest Poetry: 2020 was a big hit when introduced on Mykie Writes It last month and I’m thrilled to be able to share another very timely piece from him. David has a very bold and uncompromising voice that I’ve always appreciated in his essays and love even more in his poetry. His humor helps to soften the edges of the truth he dishes out and boy doesn’t Trump make it easy. I hope you enjoy the poem as much as I do! Let us know in the comments and feel free to rate the poem using the stars at the top of the page.
Bonfire of the Fascist
America burns, while the president is huddled deep in his bunker, angry and muddled. He stares at his screen with vacuous eyes, tweeting out hatred and insidious lies. He screams, “Black men are thugs!” to his sycophants. He looks in the mirror; “I forgot to wear pants.” He tells the press that the protesters are heathens, while goose stepping cops stop another black man from breathing. Black Lives Matter is met with derision. Keep America white is what he envisioned. He and his ilk keep the masses divided,with the racism and hatred his ancestors provided.
By David Curtis
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