ONE SELF-CROWNED FOOL
Who thinks the sun comes up to hear him crow
And like a proud cock climbing up a dung heap
He ambles out on stage to start his show
The joyous crowd explodes like cannon fire
As he babbles on about all that’s wrong
And who has wronged him and deserves his ire
His smug-smiling bazoo assures the throng
That he’ll Make America Great Again
Nobody but he can fix what is wrong
Will the somnolent find that it’s a joke
Nothing more than a grifter’s hollow boast
Oh, no, not at all, that would make them woke
MY ANCESTORS
Before they came here
Were Irish and Swedish
And who knows what else
A teaspoon of Dutch
My grandmother said to me
This after a long winding trail
From Africa to here
We are all Africans, they say
You and I
There are no OTHERS
On this Pale Blue Dot
For there is but one race
The human race
One species among myriad