Good guys are called bad: A poem 

I feel I have the willpower 

to kill a stone 

to make silence holler 

when I am alone 

Everyone loves to hate Trump 

He was an outsider, and he won 

And then, he came back again 

Right be righted, be evil’s bane 

You may call to free Palestine 

No way! No two-state solution in my time 

And your loud stance should go in vain 

First, call out the men who actually deserve the blame 

I have no bridges to Workers of Light 

The bringer is the one who can’t be right 

Lucy may be perennially in the skies 

But it’s God’s word that never dies 

I feel I can warm up to Putin 

The unfair world order needed a break-in 

The tyranny of controllers is the planet’s sin 

On the contrary, good guys are called bad in the din