By David Myles Robinson
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FROM WENCE THEY CAME ​They came out of despair
They came to escape violence
They came from extreme poverty
Seeking a better life
For their children
Now jailed
As hostages
In a game of hate
Go home and die.

JOB DESCRIPTION
​When he swallowed the last of his pride
It went down hard
And lumpy
Like coal
But he got the job
And now all he has to do
Is kiss a lot of ass
Tell a lot of lies
And bear witness to the last of an empire
THE BIG FAIL
​They march to his drum beat
Politicians
Goose-stepping away the last of their dignity
And integrity
Bidding a fond adieu to democracy
Which was pretty much shit anyway
Look what it gave us
Wannabe a strongman?
Wannabe an autocrat?
Wanna get rid of the people of color?
And the free press?
And dissent?
And morality?
Now that democracy has failed
What grand experiment shall we try next?