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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

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