Gods or Monsters ~ Brent Harris

Like the narcissistic needs of a reborn Christian’s god
Donald Trump requires constant praise and adoration
It doesn’t even matter if he earns the presidential nod
He’ll say, do and promise anything for your adulation

It seems there is nothing too incendiary or outrageous
My friend says it is simply in the cause of politainment
His fans lap up everything he says; it’s check plus, plus
If he’s in the spotlight, no foolishness he won’t foment

We are led by stupid people, he’s said more than once
Though it takes one to know one, or so it seems to me
Does that somehow make him the definition of dunce
So much money, you think, how big a fool could he be

We’ve been taught to think wealth the mark of success
He wants to lead us; I think he’s succumbed to his ego
His public diatribes are loud, strident and full of excess
His base built on fear, hate and bile; how far will he go

He contributes to all, caches his power in secret places
For racism, misogyny, to jack boots at razor-wire fences
His target any groups, gender, names, the color of faces
If he succeeds, he will throw away any and all pretenses

Think me a fool for my view; I fear it cannot be changed
I can’t brook anyone who uses fear, hate to get support
If their vitriol is sincere, it makes them quite deranged
Now, most all are calculated or crazy, I’m sad to report