poetry

Debaser in Chief

Debaser in Chief

at a time this country needs
men who lay down arms
take a knee
and march with us

he stands scolding
arms folded shaking his head
then wagging his finger

just like my father
standing over my little bawling son
ordering
you –
cut that out

they never learned
the fastest way to end tears
is with with an understanding
hug

something in this breathless time
we all ache for