american god.

 

How do we trust our lives
in the hands of a stranger;
a yellow-haired man
thought born in a manger;
with tiny little hands
and really bigly plans,
of executive orders
and religious bans?

How can we feel safer
while his finger twitches;
hovers over the button
while he makes us his bitches?
And why’s it just fine
that he bullies and boasts
and mocks his detractors
in his Twitter posts?

How do we make a god
of a prideful man
known for getting his way
whatever way he can?
And how do we trust
a known liar and thief,
or respect the orders
of a Draft-Dodger-in-Chief?

How do we live with ourselves,
or reckon our souls
after betraying our values
in our hearts/at the polls?
And how can we expect
either mercy or grace
from a golden-haired god
with orange on his face?