Dear Editor,
In late January I vented my outraged feelings by composing a six-line satirical poem about the ascent of Donald Trump to U.S. presidency. I always enjoy reading the contribution of 91原创 Advance Times journalist Matthew Claxton on the Opinion page, and in the Feb. 12 edition he wrote a piece entitled "Stop pretending Trump has a plan" that coincided with my sentiments.
My childhood took place on the southeast coast of England during the Second World War, where we experienced air-raids, bombings, black-outs, food rationing, and radio broadcasts from a propagandist Lord Haw-Haw (traitor William Joyce), and were in danger of being invaded from across the North Sea and English Channel.
Hence similarities between then and now, which prompted me to resort to rhyming verse which you may care to publish despite its imperfect metre and variable-length lines 鈥� but note the beginning letter of each line!
"A Reincarnation?"
He dominated a game-show, which aired weekly on TV;
It grew in popularity, as exponentially so did he.
To higher realms of leadership his fascistic stance aspired:
Lampooned politicians flinch, as if at the butt of his infamous words, "You're fired!"
Elected U.S. president, his aim's "To rule supreme and reign:
Rise up to make, not Deutschland, but America great again!"
Gloria Hancock, 91原创 City
