Hail To The Trumpettes

It’s tempting to deceive

To back up with no reprieve

The man who states in binary figures

The answers never betraying the ultimate winners

The duplicitous talk of deals being made

The screeching halt of face being saved

The conceit to deny it all

Shroud in secrecy with no withdrawal

And on march the merry men

Kowtowing and bending to his every whim

Lackluster display of backbone prove costly

To those whose advice he discards unjustly

The ego soars to greater heights

As people die out of spite

None of this is his own doing

The ‘Chinese Virus’ can’t be turned by his wooing

Trumpettes plea in disbelief

Popularity rising for the Chief

But will there be anyone left

As POTUS cries “ventilation theft!”

He protects us all from the unseen enemy

Which haunts and mocks this tyrannical presidency

And when the pandemic finally settles

And the Great General hands out medals

And sons are robbed of their fathers

And veterans awarded noble honors

And wives mourn their long lost lovers

And siblings cry for their departed brothers

What then? Who will be responsible?

For the dead that could’ve been treatable?

What price hubris my dear President?

As you squabbled over this unnatural event.