Corruption and Seeding

Against all Odds, he took on the Job,
Of Draining the Swamp, of 'Them that would Rob,'
And the vicious attack, makes him Weave and Bob,
Not Political, but Big-Business, with God, on his Fob.

Corruption and Seeding
By Arley Steinhour 032318

I sit here, in my Chariot Chair,
Finagling, how to Clean the Air,
Of Politicians, causing Despair,
Quite often, my Temper to Flair.

God, took a hand in Last Election,
To place a ‘Cyrus, at ‘Our Helm,’
Fourteen months, as God’s Selection,
To Drain the Swamp, ‘Corrupting his Realm.’

Opponents, of course, began to Rebel,
To ‘Keep their Perks, and Dipping’s,’
Though many, were bound for Hell,
‘Power, and Wealth,’ ‘Spider-Web-Spinning’s.’

They Weave a Web, of Deeds, Misleading,
So, We the People, remain to be Blinded,
Not seeing the ‘Corruption, and Seeding,’
Of Feeding their ‘Swamp, Evilly-Designed.’

Fourteen Months, our Cyrus, has Won,
A Start, in what he ‘Promised to Accomplish,’
Yet, Powers that be, brought out the ‘Gun,’
In Chastising his Fore-life, to ‘POTUS-Abolish.’

‘Right or Wrong, False or True,’ they Yammer,
‘We’ll Denigrate, his name, as being ‘Primeval,’
Though, his error’s the same, as ‘They that Clamber,’
Yet, should they fail, they’ll ‘Keep his Office in Upheaval.’

We have an Elderly POTUS, who came to the ‘Fore,’
To a Country, he Loves, that he might ‘Lead us Back,’
To, being, once again, a Nation, called ‘Great, or More,’
Not as ‘Politician,’ but ‘Big Business, Not: a Swamp-Shack.’

‘History,’ tells us, that ‘If, we fail to ‘Remember-it-Well,’
One fine day, down the Road of Life, ‘We will Crumble,’
When, All that is Evil, is ‘Condemned-Down, to HELL,’
Judged to an ‘Eternity of Torment, Not Resolvable.’

AMEN