The Anointed One descended from his tower.
The huddled masses saw his health,
his wealth, his power.
He had a glow. He had a glower.
Throughout the land the people had been in a funk, they had turned to junk.
The Petroleum Anointed One became
the Great Orange Hope.
It was false, just a bigger hammer.
The planet revolted, to find balance,
expell the corruption.
The waters rose, fields dried, forests burned.
A child appeared from the True North.
Crossing the sea speaking truth.
She was ’buked and scorned, but kept telling.
It is an old story.

Burt Raabe, Peoria Heights