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7 April 2016
This Terrible Era
“What a terrible era in
which idiots govern the blind.” – William Shakespeare
You expect me to write a poem
Donald Trump, I know –
clown who, every time
opens his mouth, exposes himself
an idiot and worse, while those
follow him surely look to be blind.
on the other hand,
think of Bernie Sanders
impossible, as well as impractical
the hard-headed; and his adherents
likewise blind in their opponents' eyes.
though, symbolise change.
Each – albeit at extremes –
with the voice of the people.
is the puppet of Big Money.
I doubt if either can win. And so I'm glad
to live in America in the coming era.
To my ears, Cruz makes Trump sound mild.
I don't care how many vaginas Hilary has,
war-mongering and pro-fracking.
Thatcher was a woman too,
shame on any woman who supported her.) Who
are the real idiots? And who are the blind?