Poems for Trump #22 Republicans, Are They Human?

Republicans, Are They Human?

A Great America they want
not that quaint Amusement Park
in rural Illinois,
but an Old America
a Previous America
an America
to be over
& done with,
to be honest.

A scared America
a haunted America
an America with
all the colors
washed out,
sun-dried,
bleached,
truth be told,
a White
America.

Republicans.
Are they human?
Do they breath
the same air
as we do?
are they born of woman
or ooze & shimmer forth
from some dark
pitiless depth
that is leagues
upon leagues
under the earth?

Republicans, do they eat
as you and I?
Need sustenance,
liquid nourishment,
shoes on their feet,
shirts for their
backs?

and how do they sleep?
standing in closets?
passive in coffins?
prone in tombs?
on their backs
hands across chest,
as Knights of old
in the ancient
countries?

Do they walk like me?
Ponder fragile things?
Feel love for the
tender daisy?
Weep tears in the morning sun?
Wet their toes walking
in the dew?

Smile as the sun sets
oh so gently
crimson red
& blazing
in the west?

Are they human?
These folk I walk this earth with,
share the air,
the wind,
the rain.

Republicans, are they human?