No more children in cages
No more parents reunited
With their children
without success.
Some say the Presidency
defines the man,
others the man
defines the Presidency.
No more neo-Nazi
death cars
No more dictatorial
fears to worry
About.
A dictator dies
A thousand deaths,
A true man grows
A thousand lives
No more living things
cut down to their roots.
No more
hardened hate-filled
Walls.
A con-man can only con
even himself for so long.
In the next one
Sleeping babies will
sleep more soundly.
© Gil Hoy
Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and semi-retired trial lawyer who studied poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy previously received a B.A. in Philosophy and Political Science from Boston University, an M.A. in Government from Georgetown University, and a J.D. from the University of Virginia School of Law. He served as a Brookline, Massachusetts Selectman for four terms. Hoy’s poetry has appeared most recently in Chiron Review, the New Verse News, Ariel Chart, Social Justice Poetry, Poetry24, Right Hand Pointing/One Sentence Poems, I am not a silent poet, The Potomac, Clark Street Review and the penmen review.
