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Yurtle the Turtle shall not always be King
by Penni Livingston
Crown on his head, noose on his neck
his psyche is a bleeping wreck
the lunatics run his unhinged sect
Putin still stacking the proverbial deck.
What blinds us to this blaring evil?
How are we not one caring people?
In the viral midst of this scary upheaval
look to the lips of the glaringly gleeful.
Trump and Putin both wish to be King
like Yurtle the turtle we need the courage of an underling
Let’s join her in unison: O Freedom Ring!
Remembering together what divisions bring.
The flame of freedom polluting thought smothers
No harm would spew if we had God’s druthers.
The deeply injured man child would then care for others.
No lack of love would harm our sisters or brothers.
Yet the toxic intent seems awfully hell bent
on gutting the role of good government.
Neither blindfolds nor bickering are heaven sent.
Lest we forget what God’s guidance has meant
It’s up to us- each and every one
To find the way back to a civilized tongue,
To wake our perception: The devil’s not won!
To renew the Founders fight: God’s will be done.
