I never want to hear again.
Hoax. Witch hunt. Tremendous.
In fact, any superlative.
And let’s not forget tweet,
or fake news. Alternative facts.
and the roll call of names:
Ivanka. Jared. Eric, Don Junior.
Rudy. And the list of departed minions
too numerous to count.
I am looking forward to four years
when I won’t need a scorecard to keep track
of the members of the cabinet,
when that particular revolving door stops
long enough for the occupants to do their jobs.
I’m waiting to wake up in the morning
without hearing that a new outrage
is dominating the headlines,
without a new constitutional crisis arising,
without an unspecified idiocy on the horizon.
I find that I am tired
of spineless politicians
who hold their political careers to be
more important than their constitutional obligations.
I am tired of lies. I am weary
of empty promises designed to provoke
cheers at super-spreader rallies; I am weary
of the stress and the fury and
the knot in my stomach
when the president appears on the news.
I can no longer bear the elevation of ignorance,
the disbelief in science; the promotion of hatred and violence,
the attacks on innocent people who are,
for the most part, just trying
to make it through as best they can.
What has happened to respect, to honor, to integrity?
Is compassion out of style?
Who are these pious zealots
who have forgotten the Golden Rule?
or just abbreviated it to “Do unto others.”
Welcome back, America.
It is the end of Trump.
It is the beginning of so much more.
