Freedom Flight - a pictoral poem by T Newfields
As the sun on Donald Trump sets
I fear yet another may rise:
not of him, but of his offspring
who will make a religion out of his lies.

Whereas the Don was inept,
his heirs will likely be cunning.
Whereas he was vacillating or craven,
they will be quick and cruel.

Grasping the fragile reigns of democracy
they'll strangle liberties out of "necessity"
and as masters subterfuge,
create hushed-up horrors
that enable them to rule.