Monday, 23 January 2017
TO BARRON TRUMP, a poem
TO BARRON TRUMP
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
Handsome, innocent son of Nazi-esque oligarch and Babylonian matron,
Youngest son of family where upstart siblings rule the roost
And stern, smiling Absalom commands the presence;
Reared and raised where the rich's false rules project your life.
How can you, first son of America, balance on the knife?
To be derided from without or scorned from within;
That is the sad choice of potential Gods,
But find your own way against the fast enjoining tides,
And you may yet lead like no foul Trump before has lead.
Until then, play it cool, sleepy head!