Be gentle with the
Trump supporters
Be patient, loving,
kind.
For in Trump they see
all they have been taught to love about America.
For them he is John
Wayne and Evel Knievel, and also the third Duke brother.
They will not lightly
let go of an American icon.
He is the living embodiment
of a dying paradigm.
Denouncing him is like
denouncing White Jesus.
He is the face of
capitalism,
He is the George Washington
they were told about in school,
A fighter for liberty,
not a slave owner.
He is the role model the
media wanted us to emulate.
To insult him is to
insult Rambo 2 or Rocky 4.
He is everything they
were programmed to adore, stripped of the political correctness.
He is the milk they
suckled from TV’s teat.
His is the success that garners the
envy of others,
The Swedish bikini
team, Jordache Jeans.
He is everything
Madison Avenue told us makes life worthwhile.
He is extreme Doritos
and Monster Juice
G.I. Joe and G.I Jane
He is attitude and
swagger winning out over discipline and sacrifice and intellect.
He is The American Way.
He will be clung to
like memories of youth
A youth made sweeter
with the passing of years
He is big block engines
and cheap gasoline and senior prom
He is Peggy Sue and
Linda Lou
And Elvis singing the
blues.
But he is more than
that.
He is the subconscious
awareness that TV lied to them,
That the parent who raised
them
Manipulated and abused
them.
Trump is their inner
voice saying that their lives were not like what was portrayed on TV.
That they were lied to
and betrayed.
That Mountain Dew tasted
good but made you feel bad.
That all that plastic
crap they could afford to buy had a hidden price.
Trump is their response
to the lie,
A found receipt for the
happiness they were promised but never received.
Their Trump card for
never receiving the American Dream
Their long-delayed
compensation package from the factory that moved overseas.
Trump is what happens
to a delusional dream deferred.
Trump is a social
contract remembered by an idiot.
He is an avenging
angel, God’s just wrath.
Trump is the lie that
is clung to in the wreckage of a ship of lies
Because there is
nothing else to cling to,
Because the ship of
lies had no lifeboats, though its owners claimed it did.
Trump is the delinquent
father who promises to buy his child cake
When their mother will
not even give them bread.
Trump is the parent who
will still say “I love you” to the bastard child.
Be gentle,
For they will never bow to the cold-hearted queen
Who sits in her ivory tower.
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