There are bad hombres out there, you say
and we need to build a wall to
keep them out.
You’ve built that wall,
quickly, cleverly,
though it’s invisible.
You’ve kept out the innocents,
built blocks around basic needs.
You promised to pick up the economy
by the strength of your majestic hands
instead you started a flood:
supreme rage
threats of war.
You’ve built walls around the world:
walls between men and women
walls between races and lovers
walls between politicians who worked together
walls of indifference
between countries that once were friendly neighbors
and that glass ceiling won’t come crashing down
as long as you’re in power.
When I see you on TV
sputtering your hate and ignorance
I can’t help but think of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters;
that cruel, crazed look on his face as he stomped on every building,
every person in his way.
He was only destroyed by team work
and some cool technology.
I’m not saying we should blow you up into marshmallow goo.
I didn’t write that.
Violence is never an answer,
contrary to what you’ve insinuated in
your many misspelled tweets.
But there’s got to be a better way for us.
A way without walls.
Or maybe, simply, with
four walls around you.
