Two poems: "War Song" & "To MAGA Man"

I'm going to start using this platform to publish my poetry in addition to my political essays. Here are two of the most recent.

Photo by Trust "Tru" Katsande on Unsplash

War Song

We woke this morning to war.
We know what they’re fighting for:
money, influence, hegemony, oil,
supremacy over blood and soil.

But will it work again this time?
Is history about to rhyme,
or is this the final verse?
Maybe, just maybe, it’s about to get worse.

To MAGA Man

I admit I feel badly for you, lone MAGA man.
We both gave up our Saturday to exercise
our First Amendment right to protest.

But how defeated you look there all alone
on the other side of Albany Avenue 
with your five-year-old Trump flag,
while here we are, five thousand strong
in the park, singing, laughing, chanting, 
marching soon through the Stockade District.
I’ve lost count how many driving by tooted
horns and smiley waved.

It doesn’t appear anyone in your cult has come by
yet. Maybe they’re just quiet, too proud to gloat,
don’t want to upset anyone. You guys are known
for being so considerate, after all; that’s why
I can’t imagine why anyone would leave you out
here by yourself to confront we unarmed liberals.
		
Should you be so inclined to fold up the banner
and cross the street, you’ll find we’re not the godless
blood-guzzling degenerates the hate media’s 
marching orders commands you to “own”.
I promise we’ll treat you with the dignity 
with which we hope you afford us. 
That’s how we roll over here among the multi-
ethnic, multi-racial, multi-sexual, multi-hyphenated
constitutional throng. There’s ample shade too.

And water. Lots of water.