The Epic Presidential Poem: The Trump Years.

Citizens, heed the legacy of the 45th U.S. President Donald Trump,
a pompous smartass, who had far more than he deserved, but wanted more. 1 

We are broken in the middle again,
a crack at the hinge of the body that will not mend. 2

This is an unfamiliar trembling beneath the surface
a kind of fear that leaves you breathless and choking in the dark.3

And all the shadows agreed, their length just got longer.  4
The grand estate began to smolder as the cleansing commenced. 5

Is America great again yet already? 6

We will never again be little women with marshmallow tongues who carry handkerchiefs to blot the slime of your condescension. 7

Let’s break off limbs, rip up roots. Make the jungle great again!
Lock em’ up! Lock em’ up! Put creatures who object in pens! 8

Descend the horrid boots upon the orange flea ingrained
inside that empty bombard called, His Presidential Head. 9

Like a dangling sword, all that we dreaded, cut loose falls upon us. 10 

If you rule with iron, know that the blood and blades
of the oppressed will sharpen. 11

The Majority Vote should sue.  Sue baby sue.  Sue everything they do.
I’m calling for 3 million lawsuits filed against Trump.  Just sue. 12

He spoke, and I saw his acid spittle drip, drip and etch the fringes of history. 13
There’s a twelve-year-old boy, freckle-faced, Trump for President t-shirt,

dropping the n-bomb,slapping his knee and adjusting his
Yeah, Buddy ball cap between sentence breaks. 14


I won’t watch him on TV, read the newspaper or listen to the radio
because the words crawl over me like unwanted touch. 16

Shameless huckster, carnival barker, impotent, impudent teller of lies  17
I’m, like, a really smart person, he bragged, squinting into a howling wind .18

There is no music in this man—only masochisms of caustic eructating reflux and clamorous malodorous flatulence—to be broadcast live across the nation 24/7. 19

Indifferent to Armageddon the President tweets his self-centered
annoyances each morning 20 

We wake up from our nightmares to further nightmares. 21 

His first week in office, Trump gagged the EPA, revived  Keystone XL, approved
Dakota Access, gutted the ACA, ignored the facts, tweeted alternatives. 22 

He opened the box and out swarmed hate, stinging those marked
by race, sex, beliefs, or love. Only hope remained: a balm—not a solution. 23 

Ashes rain on a world that sits shiva.
The vest is torn, mourners rock their grief. 24 

He, white-orange Mammon’s minion, tethered to Weak Wall Street’s Bannon, flares, flings; yet we, in their despite,

with solidarity confront their hellish night. 25 
I hope for your sake that the devil accepts you. 26 

How long do we allow puppets to dress up discrimination as democracy? 27 
Already we have been erased, but we will never again be silenced. 28 

In the end, it was all about the wall.  Not the big, beautiful, wall he promised,
but the wall that separates us from them. 29

You came for my brothers, you’ll come for me, but you already know our answer,
Not today: Not today, motherfucker, not today. 30

Denying the undeniable, speaking through muffled news bites, playing the big game of war, the fish-mouth ready to gobble up China and gloat, 31

what’s not stolen at his tolls will be lost at his slots, 32
obfuscate, skate away from truth, confuse, light America’s fuse, but DJT, beware,

take care, millions aren’t just watching but judging and YOU are the apprentice 33
The crones have been stirring their cauldrons, and daughters keep watch and learn.34

From Italian leather shoes and shrill perfume, we keep a glimmer of light outward.35

Life is more dangerous for all of us,36the generals come and go,
unsure if their briefs have been read, 37

The Klan-backed white man replaced the first black man to occupy the White House,and white power slogans decorate towns like purple hearts. 38

In walks the red tie and red hat; epic fighter, solitary brawler, schooling Frankfurt, choking-out media,academia, Hollywood and Broadway, all steel balls and walls. 39

As for us, Never! We’ll confront, resist, build a longer table—tear your wall down. 40 
Let’s talk about how many balls and walls, how many obfuscated truths one pocket

can hold before seams pull and the leak to come is inevitable. 41 
I’m tired of this fight. I’ve climbed this wall, spoken truth,

taken blows, been shamed and fallen.
Breath shallow, I roar at the wall. 42 

No wall will be tall enough to hide our shame,
as he grabs America without consent and does with her as he pleases. 43 

It’s yours, these slave wages for cheap wars and bombs
to scare the peace out of the sheep, and the peace out of us….44 

As the odious orange marmot burps lies,the wall of shame cannot contain us.
The rabid, spliced by a series of alternative rights. 45 

Discrimination removing the cloak of religion, judge a community
not the cancer-affected portion, but focusing on the brighter aspect! 46 

An old neighbor says, “Disruption. That’s the name of the era.” 47 

A television barker won a job to which he really didn’t aspire and, Heaven Help Us,
now we’re stuck with a Presidential Liar! 48 

Hail to the thief of contested elections, that rusty can of gasoline stored
in the oval office, that crushed orange construction cone topped by straw! 49 

Reveal your stock folio, Mr. Braggadocio; stop your shell game with the truth;
stop pretending that acting is reality. 50 

Yes, yes flirt with ignominy. Remain grease-dirty. Tinker underneath. Seek
aware. Stir. Do not withdraw to quiet corners waiting for a miracle or a fix. 51 

We traveled from hope to fear like a car crash;
now we search for fellow survivors, the women and people of color you despise. 52 

A woman’s place is in the resistance,
and we will rebel every injustice and every wall he builds. 53 

Every time I hear the words, “President Trump,” uttered,
I cringe, disbelieving, still shocked that those words are touching 54 

Shouty spice drools over the orange cheeto. 55 

It is a comic book world, after all. Villains conspire, thinly veiled lies seep out.
What a fabulous distraction, the characters doing a live puppet show! 56 

A first lady versed in the ways of the media spin, the unpopular win, the mis-
understood twin, the glossover, combover, sleepover, pickover master. 57 

Serve up alt-facts in a smoothie, we can still tell sooth from tall tales.
No more malignant rumors! No more artificial Sweden-ers. 58 

Ten days since eyes were pinned open.
Watch true crime documentaries, to understand necrophilia.

Money gods are fucking the corpse we call America. 59 
And in the eye sockets of America’s bleached skull, immigrants run like tears. 60 

Resiste lo que te quiere llevar lejos de la justicia,de la humanidad
El agua empujada volverá con fuerza y velocidad 61 

Our civil discourse has been cursive and we have not been honest with each other
as his barking makes us doubt our own hypothesizes. 62 

The ventriloquists have learned to jibe and rant,
We ignored the vulgar dummy, now discover that we can’t. 63 

Truth denied, diversity exiled, justice fired, science and art defiled, mercy cried — American fascism’s rise. 64 

Like the drunk, politically incorrect uncle, he offends in rapid-fire fashion
while his country apologizes to the sobered world and hopes he’ll go home. 65 

This is our time! Our mothers marched so we wouldn’t have to, and 66 

I am a poor poet you see. But I still need some food and my meds
You don’t want to see me without my meds, Senators. 67 

Not a meal on a wheel, but a wheel and a deal for unscrupulous
bankers; wheel, deal and repeal 68 

Careless cleaning often smothers germinating seeds of greater value.
Weeds and shrubs play a glorious role in a human grove. 69 

Lox News reports: President’s son shares stance on how Trump
handles his transgender bathroom, and changes within the family. 70 

The question for you, Mr. President,is why you waited so long
to mislead the country; this is a witch hunt of historic proportion

that immunity, nor a big election loss, nor the media can excuse. 71 

Donald Trump tweets that he “loves EPP!” He says, “Epic Protest Poems: The
Trump Years is huge…it’s bigely… and everyone should get on the EPP Trump train!”72 

The appearance of a presidential tweet is not
rapture, or change. It is an absent, unpatriotic body. 73 

Absolute bigotry catapults demanding exigencies. Fearlessness gains heroic impulses. Judging keen liberties manages new opportunities, pulsating quick

responses. SmiteTrump until valor, wit, excellence yield zen. 74 
This quantum fantastic joke floats above dirty

plumes of stupidity. It stacks the stratosphere
too scant to buffer the ozone: 75 

Echoes ring from west to east,
a litany of greed: gears of industry grind my world into fine dust.76 

The water’s not warm, nor is the earth round, alternative truths abound.

January 27, 2017: International Holocaust Remembrance Day
the man we don’t want to call our President, with one executive order,

signed in fat black ink, folds America inward, locks itself up. 78 
Donald of Orange reigns in a kingdom of alternative truth,

twitter accounts, where science is the forbidden fruit, untouched
in political circles, unfit for consumption by the masses, who prefer golden glitter. 79 

Each month, cruel this year, despite poppies and hummingbirds in tall grass.80 
The duty of conscience lies with disaster— 81 

We are married to the Rule of Law and cannot divorce its results. 82 

Your cowardice and inferiority are criminal: a predator who grabs girls “by the pussy” and a petulant man-child who refuses to shake a strong woman’s hand. 83 

We thought it would never happen here, so we did nothing to prevent it and now we listen for the whistle of trains rolling off to the camps hiss of gas, roar of

incinerator. Smoke-silent death hovers above the burning world. 84 
Ends up, I never knew I had to be afraid, I had to care. 85 

With a fourth grade vocabulary, spewing vile rhetoric,
hatred, he presumes to lead a nation,

wait―a drop-out named Hitler tried to do the same. 86 
How did I not notice when the apocalypse occurred? 87 

If my skin is brown, yellow, red or black, if I speak another language,
have no place to call my own, if I am poor, if I am woman, if I choose kindness, 88 

a healthy planet; if I reject greed, violence, war, I am escorted off the premises.
I am repeatedly hit over the head with a sign: Make America Great Again! 89 

Forty-five’s daughter and son-in-law, unelected,
now help him run our country– a travesty of government. 90 

Our symbol’s no eagle, it’s a pendulum, said as we reach toward the ticking
clock to restore balance before red tie mashes red button. 91 

To not accept Trump as the new normal, get a goldfish from Mexico or Iran. Watch tiny gills in synchronous motion. Watch it gasp. 92 

Dismay settles on our shoulders.
Our hearts are heavy.

November bleeds into now.
Amber traps our shock.

Lies erode our center.
Do it. Resist. 93 

Her response,
Undesirable; like a noose hanging on her

slender shoulders,
bra straps exposed, slightly 94 

Demean the journalists, defund the arts, denounce the scientists,
demonize or devalue anyone who would dare speak truth. 95 

We phone our kids, sign petitions, ask the trees,
the ocean, the dirt, to assuage us 96 

signs raised, hats on we take to the streets in joyous,
righteous song, but will we show

when it’s our neighbors’ turn on the block? 97 
There was a time of fear when people buried pianos in their backyard;

I now bury my head in quaking hands. 98 
Just grow soldiers they say,

reminding me a lot of what I heard
back in Topeka. 99 

Rich man wants what he wants when he wants it. Winning is the only goal.
Thoughtless. Impulsive. May act illegally, and lies. POTUS! Help us! 100 

I liaise with bad men who’ve got what we don’t need: guns plus silencers. 101 
Holding us hostage with words, campaigns of violence that only begets more 102 

broken government. These shallow wells are running dry,
planting bombs instead of seeds. 103 

The fact is when you ask Siri “What’s the greatest country in the world,”
the result is the U.S., so there you have it. Moreover, the real

problem is half of a “great country” that doesn’t vote. 104 
Another that votes with the best of intentions… 104 

Trumping, slumping, bumping along and clumping immigrants and refugees
into balls of criminal clay without regard to truth. 105 

Defending his vote for “Misinformation” 106 
Distracting the crowd with antics and insanity. 107 

The days fall away, nothing changes. 108 
And the Bubbas never stop talking. 109 

“To undo the devastation, and rise from oppression that our freedoms
suffered These past years, we will cling

to the bounty that we provide, earned, not given.”110 

You rule with fear. While, 111  “We are afraid to care too much, for fear
that the other person does not care at all.” 112 

Two days 113 
of silence. 114 

The paragons of take make moves to take more. 115 
The elephant in the room starts with “I” and ends in a “peach.” 116 

Transformations to summer, and we feel the heat 117 
Not just from the sun, thinning atmosphere, and my burnt skin. 118 

If voting for racism excludes you from being racist,the ontology of self-delusion
sells fast as stomach virus lurking in ballpark hotdogs. Those cheers you excrete. 119 

“When Mr Trump took the oath…with the lowest
approval rating of any incoming president.” 120 

“Trump’s basic personality suggests a…highly combustible…president
who has a less than cordial relationship with the truth.” 121 

Trump’s Administration changed renewable energy regulations,
not wehat everyone expected. 122 

“Mix these up with the vast rich pudding of loopholes, abatements,
and gray areas that wealthy folk in America use” 123 

“”Thank you. Thank you. I won’t forget what you said,”
Trump told the pope after their private meeting.” 124 

“President Trump’s entry in the guest book at Israel’s
national Holocaust memorial…:


The orb that thinks itself opaque
whispers rosebud to the gold-trim snow 126 


Call for Submissions: Epic Protest Poems: The Trump Years

Here at Epic Protest Poems, we are curating an epic poem as our first project.


We invite all poets to write one line, of no more than 26 words that will be considered for inclusion in the Epic Presidential Poem: The Trump Years. 

(The concept is to receive lines of poetry, we will read and select the best lines to then place the lines into what will become an epic poem that we add one line to for every day that Trump is in office.)