Convention Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Convention

For years, I comforted
Since he, Pence, kept silent.

Duplicate of his boss
Opened his wide swamp,
His stinks like old one.

Two mules are loaded
With cargo of B. S.
Grown in their brains!

Proudly he shadows,
Duplicates president:
"Have added to defence."

As then did McCarthy
The team of Trump, Pence
Keep digging, plowing
Into wounds, and salting.

They plant seeds of hate
And fear, and anger:
"Always suspect neighbours! "
Unlike: "Love thy neighbour."

And result? Obvious!

Exercise children
Hiding under table,
Escaping bomb, atom!

For long it has been said:
"Pagans' eyes see pagans,
The Not-Us are faithless! "

The thieves and murderers
Carry guns, are scared
Of the foes they have made.

Indecent Donald, Pence,
You lie and kill others!