Recommendations for Inaugural poems

[vlyons]

Some recommendations for Traitor Trump's inauguration. Can't decide between ironic or earnest. What poem would you read?

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee."

John Donne - "Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions, "Meditation XVII"

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"How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind."

"Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind."

Bob Dylan - Blowin' in the Wind

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How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!

Lewis Carrol - The Crocodile

[mercuryblues]

1. my original

I once had a president named trump
Everywhere he went he took a dump
He thought he was a sensation
but was really a miscreation
he took pride in being Putin's chump

[Warpy]

3. Good idea. All contenders should be Limericks, his level of understanding

Even haiku are far beyond his ability to comprehend.

[anarch]

2. W.B. Yeats?

The Second Coming




Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

[vlyons]

5. good one

[jehop61]

4. He's chosen one

that calls Obama a tyrant . Nice.......

[Hekate]

6. Charles Pierce says Pied Piper of Hamelin has been rattling around in his head for some time.