by Ralph La Rosa
With a nod to Wordsworth’s “The World Is Too Much With Us”
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| Group of Breaker boys. Location: Pittston, Pennsylvania. Photo by Lewis Wickes Hine, 1911 January. Source: Library of Congress |
The POTUS claims a monarchy, his MAGA boon,
and gutting government, his twisted power
fires thousands, his threats make allies cower.
I don’t know, he says when plotting ruin;
don’t know that blazing August’s now in June;
don’t know about those fed by our endowers—
the sick and war-torn wilting faster than flowers.
I don’t know on trade’s a muddled tune:
He melts down, rages to even the score,
and dictates an Industrial creed outworn
that exploits children, the weak and struggling poor.
Not unionized, their workers’ rights are shorn.
Such crises and chaos democracies deplore
make the knowing world react with scorn.
Ralph La Rosa has published prose on major American writers, including Emerson and Thoreau, and has placed short fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and film scripts. These days, he mostly writes poetry, appearing on the Internet, in print journals and anthologies. His books include the chapbook Sonnet Stanzas and full-length Ghost Trees and My Miscellaneous Muse. He Loves The New Verse News!
