Woody, Me & Billy Rose ~ POEM

Woody, Me & Billy Rose

I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate
He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts
When he drawed that color line
Here at his Beach Haven family project

Dear Mr. Woody, Sonny Boy knows so swell this patron hate
Now stirred up in that bloodline of Kirstjen’s men without heart
When he poisoned that border line
Here at his Lordsburgh Bouquet project

Beach Haven ain't my home!
No, I just can't pay this rent!
Mar-a-Lago is his small-pox throne!
Yes, 666-days 47-years now torn!
My money's down the drain,
And my soul is badly bent!
My dead little girl had a name,
And her dream hoped due respect!

Beach Haven is Trump’s Tower
Where no black folks come to roam,
No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain't my home!

Mar-a-Lago is Trump’s Power
Where fascist bigots come to roam,
No, no now starved my little girl!
Her American dream the tomb!

I'm calling out my welcome to you and your man both
Welcoming you here to Beach Haven
And calling out my welcome still, to Jakelin and her kind
With caution sworn, Trump’s poisoned border line…as
To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place
To have your kids raised up in.
My 7-year old refugee seeking simple asylum
Trump’s freedom awards a Billy Rose prison trilogy.

No, no, Old Man Trump!
Old Beach Haven ain't my home!

No, no, Sonny Boy Trump
My America ain’t your home!
Please leave US all alone
Your border poisoning idols
Not My Country ‘Tis of Thee!
_{(MSK ERP ©2018)}