August One, Two Thousand Nineteen
It is unlikely this time will be seen
Historically as an august time
Too much hate, too much slime
Too many people with hurt feelings
Too many people surviving on stealings
Way too many people alive on Earth
With too little planning prior their birth
Little planning from our world "leaders"
On how to patch up the world's bleeders
Still Earth spins around
Still released pressures shake the ground
Still volcanoes around the Ring blow
Everyday a new Earth show
Hope you got out today
It was hot, but it's August, hey!
Hope you went for a walk
Hope with a person, you had a talk
Hope you did not get hit with gunfire
Today another 100 families will have to hire
An undertaker
"Not the gun" says the maker
If 100 soldiers came home today
In body bags, what would we say
Would you shout and demand
And, take a hard anti-war stand
Yet in our own cities and towns
Easy to get guns, folks going down
Kill a dozen here and there
Coast to coast, everywhere
In schools, theaters, shopping malls
Government buildings, concert halls
100 people EVERY DAY
Really nothing else to say
Today On Earth
DonnyJonny daChump, denier in chief
Is under the very strange belief
That everything he says is true
AND
That he really has a clue
Or, historically he'll really matter, too
Not thinking history
Will bring the glory
He thinks he deserves
But, let's reserve
Our final thoughts
LITTLE HAIKU
for you
daChump couldn’t find
His big butt, in da dark, with
His two tiny hands
Joy for tomato growers
Horn Worm being consumed by wasp larva!
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