The cult of Trump, that’s how it’s deemed
Who’s cultists follow what he beams
The tweets and statements that Trump makes
Are Gospel truth; all else is fake
We gaze on them with consternation
Smug in our sophistication
Never would we thus succumb
It takes a special breed of dumb
On faith to feel Trump’s always right
Though facts supporting aren’t in sight
Substantiating what he claims
To some extent we’re much the same
We, each of us, have our beliefs
Unprovable, just based on faith
We’ve sacred items, mysteries
Unique, unproven histories
Euphoric in our certainties
Our vanity of vanities
It’s human nature to believe
It’s easy, thus, to be deceived
Trump’s cultists ‘know’ that they are right
They’re stuck with him; it is their plight
I’ll disagree but won’t denounce them
Some are relatives and friends
11/27/2020
Another great poem. Just got the book IV in the mail on Thanksgiving day. What a gift. You have chronicled the family history and soul for years. Thank you for your incredible efforts as the soul of our family and the heart and leader of a totem pole. And congratulations on another great accomplishment.
Thanks, Josh, for your warm sentiments