I wrote this wild poem four years ago as a response to the upcoming election between Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. The conversations then were not that unlike what is being said now, as many could not imagine that Trump could win the election. As we all know he did win and is now trying once more. Only time will tell. It is amazing how the muck of politics goes on and on and the alligators in the swamp keep getting fatter and fatter.
Riding through the dark night of the soul
Comes a headless horseman on a golden steed
Snorting fire and ashes he rides with great speed
No one can stop the galloping Spector
No Donkey nor Elephant, not Fox nor Hound
No one dare be so bold
As the ghastly night round him grows cold
He defies all those who would slow him down
Many have tried and been left on the ground
Some have screamed and some have yelled
But nothing can stop the apocalyptic wail
Out of the swamp through the fog of night
Rides the horseman of the apocalypse
leaving all in a fright
He comes charging the bridge in full moonlight
Not a myth not a tale nor a short lived wail
Will rise up to challenge with ghastly pale
The pending disaster that rides on his tail
In the morning sun he’ll surely be restricted
It was not true as many souls predicted
He’s here for now and he’ll be for a spell
This wild man with no head has tales to tell
The powers tried to slow him down
In that midnight hour as he rode into town
But the pumpkin wielding warrior
Simply brought scare and horror
To politicians far and wide
Bringing chaos and confusion now all is lost
He won’t stop till that last bridge is crossed
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Painting: Dwight L. Roth
