Happy 237th birthday
to the state of New York
which joined our union
as the eleventh state
in 1778.
Thank you for providing
the infrastructure and circumstances
for Donald Trump to exist
a quadruple draft-dodger
who can call a tortured prisoner of war
a coward
and can grossly exaggerate
campaign crowds
and claim attendance
of 20,000 supporters
or 10 times bigger
than the legal occupancy
of the building in which
they are held
and turn all negative publicity
into proof that vast swarths
see his true power
and are cowering in fear.
He need not be elected
nor told that he
has not been elected
but rather left to enjoy
his presidential fantasy camp.
This poem © 2015 Emily Cooper.
