Destroy lest ye be inwardly destroyed,
Make threats lest ye be inwardly afraid,
Pollute lest ye be inwardly polluted,
And force a woman if you can’t get laid.
Boast of your size if you are feeling small,
Drop bombs if you are powerless inside.
Tweet volumes, feeling insignificant,
And make the Beast of Empire your joy-ride.
Lest ye feel inwardly inadequate,
Invent myths of superiority,
Hire yes-men who will echo your opinion,
Surround yourself with low ability.
And if you lack the wit to empathize,
Denounce forthright officials and dismiss,
Cripple naysayers, humiliate, and kill,
While altering facts to suit your prejudice.
No reference point for truth outside yourself,
A personal myth of greatness cultivate,
So other little men may have false hope
And worship you in your one-party state.
Infernal these directives now in play
That point to end-times-prophecy’s predictions:
That such a devil’s puppet, playing God,
Would govern through his personal addictions.
Now, mental-health professionals have weighed in1
On Trump’s psychology of powerlessness,
Breaking their own rules, with “too much at stake,”
To warn about this man of lawlessness,2
The narcissism, grandiosity,
The sadism and torture fantasy,
The need for admiration and approval,
The fascist leanings and proclivity.
Caligula and Nero would applaud
His use of public power for personal ends,
Wielding executive prerogative,
But note how each man met his violent end.
Abdiel LeRoy, July 2017
[This poem is from Verses Versus Empire: III—The Trump 1 Era]
See Letter to the Editor in New York Times, Feb. 13, 2017 signed by 33 mental-health practitioners. And truthdig article by Paul Street, Beyond the Madness of King Donald, May 15, 2017.
2 Thessalonians 2:3-4.
He is a type of the office of the lawless that lurks behind the mental distraction until it is fully revealed. He will keep dancing till the music stops.