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D. Trump and R. Boone

There is a jackhammer at our nation's foundation

The dust of morals being trampled under foot

By workers who scramble from fear of retribution

New beams to be set with a plumb-line-whip.

But there is a pickaxe raised also in my own house

And boots of hubris that tread through my wife's garden.

It saws with rusted words to clear space for new walls.

Building a fortress for me in place of our warm marriage home.

The hammers of violence that I blame behind our world

Even now drive the wedges into my own promises.

Though I blame a man formed by years of sooty machine motivation

Will I then re-form my axes into shovels to irrigate

our garden?

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