Flag Poll

“Shifty Don” finally got his wall, but it’s not at the southern border.  Instead, it’s row upon row of fencing, barriers and barricades circumnavigating multiple blocks surrounding the White House.  He’s built a fortress around the people’s home and the president’s basement bunker so that he can divide our nation even further.  It is as shameful as it is sickening.  My wife and I visited Washington, DC on Black Plague Friday, and I witnessed it firsthand.  I wrote about it (along with information about DC's "Black Lives Matter Plaza") HERE.
 
While in DC, we also visited an artistic installation outside the DC Armory called “In America:  How Could This Happen,” where small white flags (symbolic of Trump’s surrender?) have been planted in honor of each American killed by the Trump Virus.

In America, how could this happen?  One reason, and one reason only.  It's all due to the denial, deceit, dysfunction -- and total incompetence -- of Donald "Shifty Don" Trump, the Golfer-in-Chief.  The moron who said this was all a hoax.  The imbecile who said this would just vanish.  The dotard who wanted to pack the churches on Easter.   The dimwit who said, "I take no responsibility" and "It is what it is."

In tribute to the 230,000-plus deaths represented by the 230,000-plus flags, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Inconceivably solemn!" below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem with the same first line, below on the right. 

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
 
Inconceivably solemn!
Things so sad
Placed – by the very Press
Of Imagery –
 
They’re so arrayed -- order on the eye
With a mute Pomp –
A pleading Pageantry –
 
Flags, a somber sight –
And no true Eye
Ever went by them –
Stoically –
 
Sorrow’s abundant –
Banners appear
Waving all in white
Of Deaths so near –

By Emily Dickinson:

Inconceivably solemn!
Things go gay
Pierce – by the very Press
Of Imagery –

Their far Parades – order on the eye
With a mute Pomp –
A pleading Pageantry –

Flags, are a brave sight –
But no true Eye
Ever went by One –
Steadily –

Music's triumphant –
But the fine Ear
Winces with delight
Are Drums too near –