This is my day 8 poem for the 100 poems in 100 days contest started on threads. Here I am exploring the intersections of political power, personal trauma, and societal complicity. “Failing, Badly” titled after the ending of the merry Christmas post on his social site truth social. This poem confronts the shocking realities of public figures’ actions and the collective silence that allows abuse to continue, using visceral imagery and direct language to provoke reflection and outrage. Content warning mention on CSA and Incest aligned thinking! Do not proceed if you are not comfortable being uncomfortable.
“Failing,badly”
I began to wonder
seeing repeats of Donny’s
“truth” on December 24.
Radical leftists scum.
Would if he’d stop
riding our asses if we
pretended not to care
little girls make him cum.
Visceral visual
disgusting
disturbing
America the brave
Where are they?
Failing badly
Or
They transitioned to
America the
Blind.
To trump voters the
Mother’s and Father’s
Of girls, who voted him in
I have a
Question
How’d you vote for a man who
publicly makes taboo statements
About his own
Kid?
“if Ivanka weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her.”
Admitting to reoccurring times of
Bring up Incest adjacent
Attraction
on the tv screen
Now cheer for your President.
Did this make you wince, get pissed, or something more? Drop what feelings it stirred in you in the comments or even other things it reminded you about.
Poet’s Note:
I wrote this poem in response to the resurfacing of statements made by Americas first king that should disturb any human conscience. It’s intentionally loud, intentionally uncomfortable. The poem uses repetition, short lines, and stark imagery to mimic the emotional jolt of confronting truths that the people who could stop this, or care often ignore. I hope it sparks conversation, reflection, and a refusal to normalize abuse.
“Failing, Badly” is a call to awareness and accountability. It is not enough to witness wrongdoing and look away. Poetry can amplify discomfort and force reflection. This I feel can be an essential step toward change. America must confront the failures of its leaders and the complicity of its change makers and citizens, before history writes another chapter of moral collapse. Notice each one is worse than the last as history progresses? We have got to do better!
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Whisper to the void it might whisper back