Basket of Deplorables
"You know, to just be grossly generalistic, you could put half of Trump's supporters into what I call the basket of deplorables. Right? The racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, Islamaphobic--you name it. And unfortunately there are people like that. And he has lifted them up. H e has given voice to their websites that used to only have 11,000 people--now 11 million. He tweets and retweets their offensive hateful mean-spirited rhetoric. Now, some of those folks--they are irredeemable, but thankfully they are not America."
Hillary Clinton at a fundraising event in New York during the 2014 Presediential Campaign.
A hero rose up in the land
to take hatemongers by the hand
and justify our tendencies
to demonize our enemies.
What sweet relief! You’re not alone
in thinking liberals tap your phone
or that we need a giant wall.
Those Mexicans are rapists, y’all.
At last, it’s safe to speak your mind
that immigrants should be confined
in prison camps. It’s back in vogue
to be a bold Islamaphobe.
And frankly, it is well past time
we racists were allowed to chime
in that the white man is the one
oppressed. That’s why we need our guns,
in case Obama has his chums
in ISIL raid us. We’re not dumb.
It’s us against the whole damn globe.
That’s right. We’re fascist xenophobes.
But don’t you worry. Our proud sons
will use their knives and fists and guns
to keep their little ladies safe
as long as they stay in their place
(and if they have a pretty face).
We’re sexist, ladies, just embrace
it or you’ll end up on our list
of deviants. We will not miss
a single Black or Jew or Gay.
Yes, homophobes will have our say.
Believe us, it’s a brand new day.
Our hero, Trump, makes it okay
to grabass and to blast away
at anyone. Because doomsday
is at our door. We have a right
to bully, terrorize, and fight
the misfits who refuse to see
that god himself empowered me
and Donald. Well, and maybe Pence,
as long as he stays off the fence.
So raise your stars and stripes, and cheer!
We bigots need no longer fear.
This basket’s plenty big enough
to shelter us when things get rough.
It’s good to know we’re not alone
in being crude or overblown.
Thank heavens that “deplorable”
became the new “adorable.”
Bio: Leslie J Linder, M.Div. lives and works in Downeast Maine. Her poetry has appeared on Wicked Banshee Press and in the Project Intersect Zine.