Don Trump

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Australian poet, Corona Virus, G.K. Chesterton, Hubei China, Lepanto, poem, poetry, Wuhan China, Wuhan Virus

𝐃𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩

{With apologies to G.K. Chesterton}

Dull day dawning in the markets of Hubei.
The word is out that they have closed;
The word is but a lie.
The cages hold the civet cats, the snakes spit with forked tongues,
And in the soup are floating bats with microbes in their lungs.
The mice for mince, the rabid rats, the feral frogs ferment;
The viruses invisible, they coat the wet cement.
And they’ve been warned and they’ve been warned, and they’ve been warned before,
And Don Trump of over-there is tired of blood and gore.
A threat to all the kingdom, and a threat he can’t ignore,
And Don Trump of over-there is settling a score.
They’re poisoning the innocent — they’re poisoning the poor,
And Don Trump of over-there is marching off to war.

— D.N. O’Brien