Sonnet #131

The thing that drives me nuts is not the winner, but

The things that come from mouths of supporters

The bluster and lies that baffles reporters

I've yet to hear coherent, plotted out policy, thoughts

Just tumble around a few oddities, like a country back

Win our country back, bring our jobs back, but

But, but, how, exactly? There is no plan, just

Bluster and anger and wringing tiny hands, Track

Any truth of the matter, you'll see, the lies they tell

That will not be lost to history. We planted seeds

in a garden we would never see, but we need

To know the price we ask of history. The bell

we wrung can't be unwrung. The white supremacy

The circling wagons of failed ideologies lacking in policies.