Verse – Protecting the Homeland by Donnie Trump

Protecting the Homeland by Donnie Trump (2nd grade)

Statue of Liberty plaque with Emma Lazarus' poem "The Colossus"

Statue of Liberty plaque with Emma Lazarus’ poem “The Colossus”

You don’t get to come here –

“you tired, you poor,
You huddled masses,
yearning to breath free,
you wretched refuse of
your teeming shore,
Stay home, you homeless,
tempest tossed,
my lamp’s blown out

beside the golden door.”

[Simpleton Press, NY, NY, Dec. 8, 2015.]

Click Cartoon a Day for cartoon by Bryant Arnold.

  • Gordon C. Stewart, Chaska, MN, Dec. 8, 2015.

 

 

5 thoughts on “Verse – Protecting the Homeland by Donnie Trump

  1. Working on “My Father’s House,” the fictionalized biography of my father who immigrated from Sweden in 1910, I’ve found so many occasions for tears as I follow what has happened to the country of his hopes. Yes, he was personally successful — my good fortune — but his adopted country?

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      • On the other hand, the year my brother was born, 1919, was filled with pretty much the same horrifying news, yet my father went on to be a productive and actively Christian man, contributing to his town and country, the father of three of us, dying in bed at the age of 86. It is both heartening and depressing to know these issues go on repeatedly. And I do understand why he was glad in his later years to be “on his way out.”

        There’s something else I want to say. What’s really depressing about Donald Trump is not Donald Trump. It’s that he’s channeling the ignorance and hate so strongly felt by so many people — even people of my own acquaintance who shock me. I had asked one member of the congregation whether he could forgive Adolf Hitler. A week later he told me he’d decided he could, because Hitler was the figurehead focusing the hatred of a whole culture. (I’m not sure that’s exactly the way he said it, but I think I got the general idea.) Any connection?

        One more thing. I was in Europe, including Germany, shortly after the end of WWII. Buildings were still in ruins. Men — especially in Germany — were without limbs that had been shot away in war. And one of our student guides said to me, “Someday this will come to the Untied States.” I’ve been dedicated for years to the eternal vigilance of the ACLU. Now is the time when we need to have our ears perked and our faces to the wind.

        A big part of me believes in the ultimate victory of the backlash against the hate and deceit channeling its way through people like Trump.

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