The world is watching…
Waiting and anticipating…
Some wonder, waiting on the thunder
Others stay calm in case it’s a bomb
Where’s the guy, someone whispers
Words are sharp, just like scissors
A few uncertain dare to speak
Voices timid and very weak
Still others gather just to wait
Not yet hooked, but near the bait
What’s the cause? Is there applause?
Crowds grow larger, who’s the charmer?
An open stage is all the rage
Everyone watches towards the cage
Minutes ticking by and by
Why the waiting? Where’s the guy?
Pockets start with simple chanting
Sounds surreal and so enchanting
Building up and growing louder
Filling every space with power
Eyes are focused, especially the closest
Mouths are dry; where’s the guy?
Momentum growing, some elbowing
Crowd control is slim to none
Where’s the guy? Anyone?
Some confusion or another illusion
Waiting makes the patience thin
Where’s the guy? Will this begin?
A fevered pitch, a partisan itch
Demands grow louder, like flash powder
A boiling kettle, foot hard on the pedal
Chanting voices, so few choices
The crowd keeps growing, bodies flowing
Making room, it should be soon
Where’s the guy? People start to cry
Volume soaring, huge outpouring
A growing rage at the empty stage
Panic borders, we need some order
Or this event will have came and went
Oh hell, where’s the guy?
He’d better show or it’s goodbye
Thinning patience grows contagious
Feet start stomping, no one talking
Clapping hands as everyone stands
People cheering; electioneering!
Finally with a joyful cry,
A sold-out crowd can see the guy
Larger than life on the jumbo screens
A man who speaks just what he means
No double talk like the other ones
Not a chance he’ll speak in tongues
To the point with facts, and he lowered our tax
Made us safer, job creator
A simple guy who loves the people
Salutes the flag and honors the Eagle
Stays strong, knows right and wrong
America first won’t be reversed
So can you put your hands together?
For a President who can brave the weather
Listen now, a gas, and wow!
There’s no real comparison
To being an American!
Join the rally; stay a while!
Thanks to Trump, Freedom is back in style!
Political poetry is not for the timid; the audience you present your work to will either absolutely love it or hate it with a passion. Strange how the two-Party system has overshadowed common sense in many ways, making people say and do things which they aren’t proud of. I’d like to get back to a place where voters look at the issues and vote with their own minds instead of being brainwashed into electing people who really don’t care about them. Hate the President or love the President; that’s up to you, but do it because it was your own original thought and for your own original reasons. No Party owns you….just remember that next election day.
If you like political poetry, here are a few more of my poems that you can check out: