What small minds & small hands you have in common.
Like penises. Like bombs.
The need to feel important the need to be the center of everything all things dying long dead and vile as inside like a billionaire’s mind.
Or a dictator’s
God is watching
Your harsh words
The mists from the North
On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America.
This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation and the world.
So here’s what we do.
At EXACTLY 8pm on the evening of Friday, January 20th I’m asking all my friends and fellow writers and poets to simultaneously all post a poem or prose piece against the election and presidency of Trump. Post it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, WordPress …
That’s it, that’s all we need to do but we must all be united in this protest.
No matter who you are, what country, what race or what nationality this is the moment to Stand Against Trump.
All I ask?
Tag the bottom of your posts with these words that say we stand together.