Watching the interview,
you are grinning like a Cheshire cat
at the Mad Hat(t)ers
Tea Party.
You’re smiling,
orange you,
saying
“Nobody’s being hurt-
Its for your own good-
We will win this fight-
It is the principle of the thing.”
And all the time
I know
you have
no
guts.
Someone else has lit the flame
flickering behind your eyes.
And that grin
is only hiding
the emptiness
in your
big
fat
head.

*A repost of a poem written many years ago. Seems somehow appropriate for today.