Chicano Poet

Tuesday, June 02, 2020

Hunker Hill

When the people came calling
at the White House gate
Donnie was down under
in the bunker

when the ghost of George Floyd
came knocking at the Casa Blanca
Donnie was down under
in the bunker

down under
not even Australian
maybe Tasmanian-----devil

when the white smoke had cleared
he walked across the street to the church
left God in a lurch
pretended to believe

but Donnie belonged
down under
in the bunker

his bone spurs
whispered Yes Sir
not even a mouse begin to stir
and he came out from the bunker
dreaming he was a conquerer
his little Napoleon pants
damp around the rear

and Donnie was down under
in the bunker
hunker hunker
in the bunker

1 Comments:

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