National emergency

Caligula or Nero?
The comparison is apt —
He’s a bulging petty tyrant
Whose mind has clearly snap’t.

A solipsistic toddler
Who thinks the country’s his
To play with as he chooses
Making money for his biz.

Negotiate and compromise?
That’s a sucker’s game.
He’d rather pout and rant and tweet
And stridently proclaim

A national emergency
(It plays well with his base)
And undermine democracy
To save his sorry face.

And all his sniv’ling sycophants
In congress and the press
Pat his back and kiss his bum
For they could not care less

If constitutional governance
Would just evaporate —
Then listen to what praise they’ll bleat
For America the Great.

Buff Whitman-Bradley's poems have appeared in many print and online journals. His most recent books are To Get Our Bearings in this Wheeling World, and Cancer Cantata. With his wife Cynthia, he produced the award-winning documentary film "Outside In," and with the MIRC film collective, made the film "Por Que Venimos." His interviews with soldiers refusing to fight in Iraq and Afghanistan were made into the book "About Face: Military Resisters Turn Against War." He lives in northern California. Read other articles by Buff.