I wrote the poem below after taking stock of the last several years of American history. You may recall some of these events. I remember them all.
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Throwing Babies On The Floor
the
President has been spreading lies
A Poem Derived From Recent History
about throwing babies on the floor
to reap the profits
he adores.
Profit has always been this nation's God
and for profit we have toiled,
for profit the nation's life is spent
and for profit the nation's life
is spoiled.
he said,
were thrown on the floor
and left for dead,
so he barred terrorists at the door
and resumed the making of profit
from the making of war.
In times like this
sometimes I think,
at other times
I need a drink
or a toke…
Because now I know
there were no babies on the floor…
there were no babies on the floor…
but there really is
an endless war!
Tall tales?
N0!
and people died,
it's time to say
"NO MORE".
NO MORE to fake news
and NO MORE millions
need die.
Shout to the hilltops…
the President
is the 'Father' of lies. 
(C) David H. Roche 2017
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