President for Life

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President for Life

They came loudly with the dawn,

their boots thumping in quick time.

It seems our liberties are gone,

our freedom is as thin as a dime.

They call him the American Mussolini.

Hey, we let him bully his way

into the Presidency, and now woe is us,

for we certainly have to pay

for stupidity while sitting in the back of the bus.

The 1% giggle with capitalist glee.

He uses the Army to enforce his will

upon the people--you and me;

our rights disappeared, & He will kill

anyone who opposes his rule.

He did actually build his Southern Wall,

and uses it as a cruel tool

to keep us all “on the ball”.

They call him the American Mussolini.

The Border Patrol is now much bigger

than the Navy, & the abortion is 50 feet tall,

guarded by zealots who pull the trigger

on the foolish few who test that wall.

They call him the American Mussolini

He insists that all the women of America must

dye their hair blond & dress like sluts.

Women’s rights have turned to dust

because it seems there is no one with the guts

to stand up against the power of the Trump;

the power we gave him on a golden platter

so that he could sit in the oval office like a lump

barking out his vile fascist chatter.

They call him the American Mussolini.

They say he will soon create a executive bill

that will make him President for Life!

But there are those who’ve had their fill,

who now dance to the drum & the fife.

Yes, folks, there will be another American Revolution,

and He will die bloody just like Benito did.

We will raise such a glorious commotion,

angels will cheer as we righteously get rid

of the only dictator America ever had,

and rebuild our democracy as needed--

and if He resists--it’ll just be too bad,

the need for freedom is already seeded.

They call him the American Mussolini.

Yes, oh yes, the Eagle, like the Phoenix, will rise

out of the scurrilous ashes of greed,

because America will brook no more lies--

and when He’s gone, we have to heed

the mistakes we made, the perilous blunder

rotten with demagoguery and deceit,

to nevermore have to listen to the thunder

of jack-booted marching secret service feet.

Yes, they called him the American Mussolini

before they dragged his body through the streets

behind his bulletproof limo: free at last, free at last.

Glenn Buttkus

Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub "Poetics"