Hell Freezes Over!

Back in 2016 when Trump rode that escalator down to announce his intentions to destroy our country, the image serves as the perfect visual metaphor for our descent into hell. 

Trump has single-handedly turned the United States into a shit-hole country, and no one has divided this nation more than he, the foul fiend.

In recognition of Trump's triumph of dismantling our government and destroying what community and humanity we had, I've posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "Before his ICE was in the streets" below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin to pen her poem "Before the ice is in the pools," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Before his ICE was in the streets –
Before the Bunny boy,
Ere all his words so hateful
That’s tarnished all our joy –
 
Before the fool had started,
Before his nasty deeds,
Wonder upon wonder
We used to live in peace
 
But now that’s distant mem’ry
On this winter’s day –
Now they’re out there stalking
Just to prowl and prey
 
It all seems like – feels like –
We check our shoes to see
What the frick we stepped in –
Answer is not free!

By Emily Dickinson:

Before the ice is in the pools –
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow –

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer's day –
What is only walking
Just a bridge away –

That which sings so — speaks so –
When there's no one here --
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?

Below:  Images from the week.  More on the blue bunny hat boy is HERE.