Dog's Balls

> Note: This poem arises from a place of grief and personal reckoning, as I come to terms with my mother’s support for political figures whose values and actions I cannot reconcile with my own.

Why am I yearning?

For what do I hope

My life needs spring cleaning

Cos Mum dropped the cloak

She has admitted her truth

The truth says a lot

About her philosophy, her feeling

And her ethical clot

She's a religiously firm woman

Sure of her god

But cannot see the contradiction

In supporting this dog

This man who is almost

Certainly foul

He's made comments, displayed aspects

That cause all to scowl

This man is a rapist

Of that we are sure

He's also a racist,

Show the fucker the door

A bankrupt, a loser

At business and play

He refuses his workers

Their dues and their pay

But its the pedo accusations

That bother the most

Especially when Christians

Will solemnly boast

That he's not a pedo,

Of course not they said

Anyway God moves mysteriously,

What, even in bed?

It makes me so angry they would

Defend this cunt

I will walk away,

Before joining their cult

These chapters of Christians

Who gather to wreck

The trust from the children who

Love them and are bled

These Christians they act in

Devilish ways,

Claim without conscience that He

Wants it this way

Your religion, yes all of them,

They suck gods balls

And you can enjoy all the sweat, cos

I don't suck it no more