Waylaid After School
This new election feels like rape,
By scum and playground toughs,
With many I once thought were friends
Now cowards, powder puffs.
Has Christian virtue lost its shine?
Republicans in charge?
No brother's keepers in their ranks?
Racists and liars at large?
Well half the nation still has legs,
I have not lost all hope,
Though anti-science may have won
Their leadership's on dope.
Trump judges others for his crimes,
Christ crucified again,
When innocent are pilloried,
The guilty think they win.
A victory by grade school kids,
Impoverished of soul,
That waylay others after school,
Let God's truth still console.
Your bones will mend, your bruise will heal,
Though Trump's flag is unfurled,
This infamy will also pass,
It's God who made the world!