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The arch that Trump would build at bridge’s
end
Is unlike arches built by ancient Rome.
It celebrates no triumph won by arms,
No great event that ne’er should be forgot.
It’s nothing people really want or need,
Not something that will make our country
great
Or beautify the city where it stands.
Perhaps the arch denotes Republic’s end,
The product Trump has sought to bring about.
He says it marks a birthday of the state:
Two hundred fifty years beyond its start.
Who knows the year when arch work might be
done?
Who knows whence funds to build the arch
might come?
The arch’s size is grand beyond all sense,
The product of a narcissistic mind,
A monument twice tall as any arch
That can be found in countries ‘cross the
world.
The thing will dwarf the nearby Lincoln
shrine
And mock all sense of modesty’s restraint,
With golden words and golden figures three,
Whose frieze eschews the Great Seal’s
ancient words
For controversial thoughts torn from the
Pledge.
Atop the arch rests wing′ed Liberty
About to fly from this benighted land. |
