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“You’re fired!”
You scream
As spit flecks the screen
Clearly, you know what you’re doing
You turn ‘round
And laugh
It wasn’t a gaffe
Who knows just what you’re pursuing?
Midnight
Tirade
You tweet as you rage
Another day at the office
Stock markets
Crash
Burned right down to ash
Your fault — you’ve never thought this
Wall Street
Journal
Their scolding diurnal
Digs so far up under your skin
You turn and
You pivot
You’re such a bigot
Thin-skinned, they always get in
“I never
Said that”
Your words, they fall flat
Your back-peddling’s quite a sight
Another
Round
Your circus of clowns—
Unveiling your rot and blight
“Bone spurs!”
You cried
Draft-dodging stride
Your jealousy so obvious
“Losers”
You seethed
Prisoners you teased
Still need them for your audience
“Impure!”
You cry
As you seek to divide
Cleave the masses from within
“Silence”
You pound
As boots hit the ground
And we bear the weight of your sins
No Kings
Pushback
You’re falling down flat
And more see just who you are
Stand down!
We cry
Ashes clouding the sky
Sir, you just went too damn far
“A hoax!”
You scream
No eyes leave the screen
Why can’t we just forget it?
Pedo
You’re judged
Despite all you’ve fudged
Nothing you say will prevent it
Epstein
Files
You run out of miles
Pointing blame in all directions
“Not me”
You wail
Counterpunch prevails
Provoking an insurrection
Silence =
Violence
We picket the fence
Protesting all your abuses
Bully!
Racist!
Not my president!
We’re done with your excuses
Putin
Says “Heel!”
He wants a new deal
Trump stumbling on his lead
Ukraine
On deck
Alliances wrecked
He sold them for his greed
When will
This be
Enough to see
This “fool” is a dictator
Masked ICE
Guard troops
Come for us too
Taking us to the gators
Wielding
His harm
Child and ant farm—
He’s angled the glass at US
Don’t think
It ends here
He’s bound to sow fear
As he tries to distract us
Truth must
Will out
Crushing all doubt
We must all now join hands
For this
Country’s
Worth more, you see
It’s time we purge our lands
Author’s Note:
This one grew in stages.
From a side-eye to a scream.
Because no one starts a fire without smoke.
And he’s still throwing matches.
#NoKingsDay
Originally published on 14 Jun 2025, when so much was going on: the 250th birthday of the US Army, the celebration of which was hijacked for Trump’s birthday with a bloated spectacle funded by taxpayers which very few attended, as people were much more inclined to attend mass “No Kings Day” protests.
So much happens on a daily basis now, the original poem has evolved to almost three times its original length.
If you’re interested in seeing how well it was received, check out Knee-Jerk (out August 19).
— Liora
voice through fire | www.liorawrites.com
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