No metaphor necessary for this, dear patriots.
Unspeakable outrage tells the tale of a wannabe king.
Pretending to solve a problem he caused, is a transparent ruse he does abuse.
Last-minute heroism is absurd, when lying is his true nomenclature.
Festering in greedy selfishness in our house he’s now destroying and coating in gold.
Obliterating the historical structure and contents of the beloved East Wing which he promised… NO, which he lied, wouldn’t be touched, is now being turned into a gold-plated ballroom for his pleasure.
Only the multi-billionaires will ever see this unnecessary monstrosity with Bacchanalian feasts while the poorest go to bed hungry. That will never make America great… EVER!
That house demolition is actually OUR house — the wannabe king is merely the current resident and his residency is supposed to be humbled by the privilege of being there.
Clearly, his only concern is how something looks and serves his desires to be dripping in gold.
The disregard for ‘We The People’ in favor of the like-minded richest to have a luxurious gold-filled ballroom to party on as citizens are denied food and healthcare is repulsively selfish.
Backed up by sycophants with shared dirty secrets, embracing each other in a crassness, classless cult, creating distractions to deflect us.
They all know the truth, yet have joined forces to eradicate their dirty deeds.
His loquacious legacy will outlive, reveal, and destroy his fragile ego and hate.
The tragedy is he won’t be around when all his lies are found out to constantly resound and astound. Generations will beg to understand how we were so mentally unsound.
We will remember his pathetic pathos. A revengeful retribution world tour filled with hate, disguised as sick loyalty.
His life was Hate 2.0, but we will rejoice his absence and recover, hoping Hate 3.0 never again rears its ugly voice because we chose the wrong choice.
After a Rule much less than golden, a true rule must be tragically repeated once again: “Never Forget!”
So, as we sit at the precipice of history repeating itself, we must revise the mantra to “Never Forget to NEVER FORGET!”
About the Creator
Star Love Grey
An actress/singer/dancer who discovered a new creative passion because when theatres went dark, so did I. I tried writing and I lit back up. Let me light you up with my words, too.
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