Poetry

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By

Norberto Franco Cisneros

This Child Can Blow Up The Kingdom

The child that plays at being president

But whose playtime occupies sixty percent of his official time

Ignoring working the nation’s business but only caring for his own

Is a child who does not know the meaning of being responsible

We search for our better angels far and wide

There are not many in this administration, too few

Who would stand up to contradict this despot of a leader

But everybody far and wide knows this charlatan’s folly

We must recognize the abomination the presidential vote created

By putting the country, nee the world in jeopardy

Make no mistake, we are living through a time

That will come to be known as the White plague

In which the Caucasian hierarchy tried to reverse

Our country to the white domination of the past

But up jumped the devil

The American people rose up

To prevent the total takeover of this nation

The cabinet after many defections and changes

Did the bidding of this sham supreme leader

The new sycophants in the Senate did the same

They changed the way the presidency had functioned for centuries

Just to give comfort to the gluttonous pig in the White House

That grunts and snorts every time he is shown the truth

And they all cower and shrink at his anger

He doesn’t want to hear facts that contradict his ideas

His harebrained shortsighted and uninformed thoughts

Are those of a five year old child throwing a temper tantrum

But this child can bring this country down

It happens with autocratic dictators

Whose greed translates into gouging the people

So there must be adults in the room

To curb this child’s temper before he blows up the kingdom

Can it happen here in America most assuredly yes

And the consequences will be devastating

This is the time for all good patriots to heed the tragedy unfolding

And come to the aid of their country

Silence Of Forever

The silence of forever in eternity

Speaks loudly to me

And should to all who draw breath

Time is too short for lies

Too short for entreaties

Too short for life

Playtime is over

Lies spoken pounce on our minds like famished tigers;

his untruths blow us away like puffs of dandelion fluff

His lies will eventually die devoured by critical thought

The indomitable American Spirit will survive

this onslaught of falsehoods

Lies will not destroy this great country

nor will the clamor of unbridled and misguided emotional zeal

We are too strong to fall for fake signs of golden glitter

My pained heart asks me,

“Where do you think we’re headed?”

“To hell if we don’t change our ways!” annoyed, I yell.

Heaven or hell, hell or heaven?

Does it matter?

The all too invisible wealthy are in control

and the benevolent Gods are nowhere to be seen

God is everywhere, but not in the hearts of the rich

soon, if we’re not careful and vigilant,

we may be consumed by the arrogant,

self-interest, bigoted bad governance.

Norberto Franco Cisneros

My poems have been published in the following publications: Indiana University Journal Chiricu; Avocet Review (Avocet Press); Snow Jewel (Grey Sparrow Press); Ilumen (Mouthfeel Press/ Sam’s Dot Publishing) and several others, including e-zines, Black Petals, Ruhatish and have been a Featured Poet in Poetry Soup