The following cherita is, unfortunately, more of an rant against he-whose-name-shall-not-be-spoken, than a tribute to a late president. It stands as an example of how my poetry has been tainted. I am sick of the bitterness--make that hatred--that he-whose-name-blah-blah-blah has brought into my life.
© Diane Mayr, all rights reserved.
"...what the hell was that by the way?"
the contrast so clearly
drawn by a death
it's the soulless that fail
to understand the meaning of
a thousand points of light
The first line is from a July 2018 political rally (only a few months after Barbara Bush's death, I might add). Here's the full quote:
The thousand points of light, what the hell was that by the way? Thousand points of light, what did that mean, does anyone know? I know one thing, Make America Great Again we understand. Putting America first, we understand. Thousand points of light, I never quite got that one. What the hell is that? Has anyone ever figured that one out? And it was put out by a Republican, wasn’t it?