I hear a Lady weeping; it’s Liberty, I think.
Her eyes are red and swollen as if she’d had a drink.
No, more than one, a dozen, and each one toxic too;
The drink of great vexation—it’s such a deadly brew.
She’s vexed by Lying Donnie, who never tells the truth,
And by a feckless Congress that shows the poor no ruth.
O may this Lady’s weeping cease in that very hour
That voters marking ballots put Donnie out of power.
Poem © 2018 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Midweek Motif at Poets United: “Lady Liberty”