Hillary’s Motif

Hillary’s Motif

 An embarrassing loss

Difficult to endure

Caused her to gloss

Over her vain presidential allure.

 

Certain of her victory

Based on her gender alone,

The election was contradictory.

Her campaign thus blown.

 

Deep, deep resentment

She could not contain.

Finding no contentment

And the pinnacle not attained.

 

The eradication of her planned joy

Turned Hillary to seek revenge

By wording a phase to destroy

Everything – to avenge.

 

“I have been cheated,

They have denied my destined existence.

I know what is needed.

I will be the ‘resistance.’”

 

That struck a chord

With the “loyal opposition.”

They then took up the political sword

To topple the nation was its mission.

 

How quickly the losers

Turned against their nation

Hurling invectives, being abusers

Seeking political castration

 

Of the winning side.

Like little children screaming

About a lost election, they could not abide

And began scheming.

 

“Bring this nation down

If I cannot be their leader.

With non-stop chaos let them drown

In the flood of uncertainty, meter by meter.”

 

“I don’t care what happens

To America.

Half of them are irredeemable.

I don’t care what happens

To anyone else,

For they are unspeakable.”

 

With the term “resistance”

Know that “X” marx the spot.

And the left will need no assistance

With implementing their plot.

 

No more local government

As we have known for two centuries.

Avenues will close blocking our betterment.

Unelected government, elitist-led weaponry.

 

A re-alignment will form.

The states all disappear.

Forget the old norm,

The union never again to cohere.

 

January to December will vanish

And be quickly replaced.

Even names of the days will be banished.

So will statues, history, and your birthplace.

 

You will not be a person,

Maybe not even a number.

Things might worsen,

And you will never wake from this slumber.

 

The precious few

Will govern us all,

Because they know better than you.

They promote their arrogance with gall.

 

Not a time to be silent,

Not a day to pass by

To be complaint,

Or else we die.

 

Hillary’s motif

Has spread itself far and wide.

It has stolen from our freedom like a thief

Not even needing to hide.

 

Hillary’s motif

Has had a four-year run.

Upright citizens need to make brief

Her jealousy and end her fun.

 

Her venom has infected the nation

Creating division within the one political Gemini.

The “resistance” was her creation,

A term and action not to magnify.

 

 

© 2020 Worth E. Norman, Jr.