#100Days100Poems Day 5

Today’s untitled submission comes from Samantha Jean Soper of Austin, Texas.  It’s a chilling snapshot of the ironies of having voted for a con man.

 

“Live to work!” they yelled as their golden God, served life on a platter, took his seat.
“Don’t protest!” they screamed as they clung to their arsenal, stockpiled just in case.
“Do something about the immigrants!” they insisted as their jobs were replaced by AI automation and robotic assembly.
“Down with welfare!” they preached, right before they needed it most.
“How did we get here?!” they cried as their golden God stripped their rights and bank accounts for his own corporate interests.

 

 

© Samantha Jean Soper 1/24/2017

 

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For the first 100 days of the Trumpet administration, this blog will feature a new poem of protest, by my own hand and by others. They will be polished gems, or rough cut drafts of rage, or in process pieces searching for peace. They may be haiku or tanka, limericks or lyrics, verses free or fettered. If you would like to submit to this endeavor, please send an email, with poem saved as a word document (.docx) to waxyandpoetic AT gmail DOT com. All rights remain with the author. Please address any formatting preferences in your email. I will post submissions time permitting, with at least one per day. Editing will be limited to obvious errors of spelling and the like.

Read, follow, share, re-tweet, submit, live, love, spread light! Don’t forget to use #100Days100Poems !

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