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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!

                 

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