Unstable, he teeters on wobbly ground
the earth is shifting all around him.
Truth doesn’t matter, it’s precarious at best,
and he won’t waiver once invested.
He’s never wrong he’s always right,
but damn, he won’t give up the fight!
Facts aren't necessary, he’s “in it to win it”
and who needs proof when you have experts?
When you surround yourself with rich men who
pledge allegiance just to you.
The problem with this stance, once taken
–where information is paramount–
is that you’re exposed to being “eaten;”
and even “kings” can lose their crown.
We’ve thrown the tea crates in the harbor.
When threatened, we’ll defend our ground.
Massachusetts will not cower;
and so it starts in Boston town.
When the dust clears, will it really matter?
What will history portray?
We dwell inside this pivotal moment,
it matters what we do today.
© Ginny Brannan 2025
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