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THE MAN WITH YELLOW HAIR

June 26, 2018 Diane Varner
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the earth shuddered on the day you were
elected for it knew the world had lost a leader

the ravens croaked their warnings for they
knew imminent danger was upon us

the trees trembled for they knew you would
cut down the very foundation from which this country had been built 

the animals scattered your first speech
spoken for they knew only destructive, hate-filled fire would spew

the song birds flew for cover the first lies
you spread for they knew a thousand more untruths would be furiously flung

the rivers rose and roared as you “drained
the swamp” for they knew your personal sewage would poison them

the landscape darkened as you pompously
pranced upon her for she knew you would
molest her and leave her limp in despicable denial

the flowers wilted the day you spoke of walls
and fences for they knew
blossoming dreams and dreamers
would be viciously plucked of all hope 

the bears, wolves and coyotes hid as you
massacred our sacred American principles
for they knew they too would be hunted down and killed 

the vultures circled as your congress
remained shockingly silent for they knew
red meat would eventually be plentiful 

the wasteland you created waited for it knew
it would one day turn green and flourish again.

And so it was and will be, on the day
the man with yellow hair leaves office
and takes his tribe with him. 

. . . . . .

We are robust human beings with voices and a higher consciousness. There is no stopping the power of truth or the power of compassion. Hard times may linger but our thirst for justice will be quenched, our longings fulfilled. We will, one day, thrive again in this great country of the United States. 

. . .

Make your voice heard. Be compassionate. Be courageous. Stand up for what you believe. 

VOTE.

Vote locally, vote statewide and vote nationally. 

. . .

Never stop believing in the goodness of humanity.

- Diane

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