Immigrants…? Mr. President…Sir.. Immigrants..?

screen-shot-2017-01-28-at-10-06-50-pmIn olden days there was this custom of writing a poem for the king or the premier in a place… I think as poets it is our responsibility to write one for the premier here.. Here is my Trump Poem

Immigrants…? Mr. President…Sir.. Immigrants..?
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Manipulate people
fuel the sentiments of a few
just to win…..
To satisfy an ego,
that lack of understanding
of the role
of immigrants in a Nation.
Role…
Role….? Really..?

Actions to support the manipulative promises
With no clue on how a nation runs
or politics
or the repercussions of
policy changes.
Nation…? Policy…? Politics…?
what are we….?

Deals… yes Deals….
of entertainment talk shows
viewer ratings
real estate arm twisting
such talents..
such great talents of the new world order
talk shows….? real estate….? deals…?
What have we become…?

And yet you hold the brash,
self-centered, thoughtless,
inconsiderate and shameless audacity
yes… shameless audacity….
to tear the fabric of a nation
that was built by immigrants.
building walls
to keep off immigrants…
I write this as I sip a unique blend of
dismay and disgust
immigrants…? Sir…? Immigrants….?

I heard today the protester’s shout
you make the wall and we will tear it down!!
you make the wall and we will tear it down!!

You miss a few things Mr. President….
you miss a few things by such huge margins
huge margins in which you can fill
a whole lot of humanness
a whole lot of humanness that you lack…
humaneness…? humanity…? what…..?
Give me a break someone…..

The irony of you even saying ‘immigrants’
irony making eyes bleed to blind
Who were those immigrants sir…?
immigrants…?
those who built fortunes on the tombs..?
on the graveyards…..
on the small pox covered blanketed dead…?
on the decaying corpses of slaughtered women and kids..?
is it about that monumental killing…
sir……
that massacring of indigenous people….?

Oh! Mr. President…. Immigrants….?
I don’t think any of us can go back and correct
But immigrants
sir…
Immigrants… in America…
What an irony…
what an Irony….

I say you have won Mr. President,
you have won in manipulating
some core American values,
pitting one against other and
I mean what else can a voter expect
handing the key to a guy
whose business
is a trail of bankruptcies
Oh! it is cool
as long as you wear expensive cloths
and own a Jet…

Where are the immigrants…?
what is their crime…?
They belong here
but where is America….?
where was America….?
where should be America…?
Who made this America….?
Who made this America….?

Where are you immigrants?
the immigrants of America….
the Immigrants of America…

silence…

we don’t go that back
just back enough for our benefit…
Where are the immigrants…?
Today’s Immigrants
No…. not yesterday’s immigrants…

-Vinod-



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