I am obviously not one who posts blogs very often, but sometimes we must change as the world changes around us. The recent events in America after the inauguration of Donald Trump as president prompted me to write this rap poem. Enjoy!
This Has to Stop The disintegration of the nation from ocean to ocean was set in motion when one man made his declaration to run for the highest political temptation, his nomination and numbing election birthed an earthquake of disbelief and major rejection. Just days after his inauguration, there’s now a Muslim registration, defunding of every conceivable organization, pipelines of destruction and construction has begun on a multi-billion dollar wall of division. He’s been met with derision, a sea of pink visions, every fucking executive decision raises yet another petition, but signatures by the millions won’t hinder his decrees. We say this has to stop now yeah, this has to stop now, yeah this has to stop. His transactions for the good of the republic, beat like bricks on the backs of blacks, Latinos, Asians, and whites, who fight, protesting the drop-kick chain reaction of having every progressive action by the forty-four before him fall to the ground. Climate change no longer exists under this administration, it consists of the twisted lies of scientists, of particles and parts per million and a lexicon of complexities too intricate for him to comprehend, because Make America Great Again is the easiest message for him to send. Hispanic deportations are next on the agenda, say good-bye to Mama, Papa, and Abuela, it’ll be years of litigation, and endless frustration while kids walk the tracks from shack to shack, waiting for their mom to come back, but she’ll be in jail for being a wetback. We say this has to stop now yeah, this has to stop now, yeah this has to stop. His cabinet nominations, swamp monsters of big corporations, are placed in positions and situations where they’ll shake the very foundation of our Constitution. With little regard for restitution, they’ll force Lady Liberty into prostitution, selling her natural resources and sacred lands to those with the biggest wallets and tiniest hands. In his gold-lined room, he reclines and relaxes, still refusing to release his taxes, while his henchmen swing legislative pickaxes at equality, liberty, and justice he smirks and watches old reruns of The Apprentice. Desperation, denigration, deprivation make the US the prime destination for the huddled masses yearning to be free . . . yet when they see the newly elected in DC, spreading lies through his “real” Twitter feed, they’ll question what kind of crazyweed Americans have been toking that promoted this poisonous pokeweed into the Oval Office. We’re choking on the abuses, want progression, not excuses. It’s time to end the subjugation, and pussy grabbing domination . . . Congress needs to end the desecration of the Declaration of Independence before something of major subsequence occurs. We say this has to stop now yeah, this has to stop now, yeah . . . y’all, this has to stop.
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