Hrc (My Blue Fire Wall) Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

HRC (11/11/16)

My Blue Fire Wall
is a red fireball
as Orange
snatches
unaccountable victory
from the ashhole
of defeat
by the narrowest
of margins.

My winning popular vote
mocks me
and makes me wonder
how the other half,
the whiter half,
survives and thrives,
vampirelike,
on a redblooded
Amerikan
diet of hate.

Tonight
I'll be explaining
to terrified Latinos,
devastated girls,
embattled blacks,
appalled gays,
huddled Muslims

That the rainbow
is all orange
the government
rolls backwards,

Putin
celebrates
the triumph
of his proxy,

and SCOTUS
will soon add
a deciding
Fascist.

Liberty
has doused
her light,
The Wall is up,
the bridges out

And everything
our forefathers
held
to be
self evident
is upside down,
riven by doubt.

Light is dark,
Truth lies,
the sun sets
and will not rise.

The dead
rise instead,
zombiefied,
to say:

'We're your
whiter, darker, half,
at the wheel at last
and driving fast
off a cliff.
Fasten your seat belts.
It's going to be
a very bumpy ride
before your rising tide
of demographics
sets you
free
at last.'