This Terrible Era

“What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.” – William Shakespeare

You expect me to write a poem

about Donald Trump, I know –

that clown who, every time

he opens his mouth, exposes himself

as an idiot and worse, while those

who follow him surely look to be blind.

Some, on the other hand,

would think of Bernie Sanders

whose idealistic dreams

appear impossible, as well as impractical

to the hard-headed; and his adherents

likewise blind in their opponents' eyes.

Both, though, symbolise change.

Each – albeit at extremes –

speaks with the voice of the people.

Neither is the puppet of Big Money.

But I doubt if either can win. And so I'm glad

not to live in America in the coming era.

To my ears, Cruz makes Trump sound mild.

And I don't care how many vaginas Hilary has,

she's war-mongering and pro-fracking.

(Margaret Thatcher was a woman too,

but shame on any woman who supported her.)
Who are the real idiots? And who are the blind?

3rd poem for Magaly's 'Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month'. 
(In which I am idiot enough to offend people of every political stripe in the USA.)