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Gloria Horton-Young's avatar

The Oompa Loompa's Lament

There's no earthly way of knowing

Which direction we are going

There's no knowing where we're rowing

Or which way the trial is flowing

Is it raining, is it snowing?

Is a hurricane a-blowing?

Not a speck of light is showing

So the danger must be growing

Are the fires of Hell a-glowing?

Is the grisly reaper mowing?

Yes, the danger must be growing

For the lawyers keep on rowing

And they're certainly not showing

Any signs that they are slowing

Donald's ego keeps on crowing

As his grip on power's slowing

Round and round in circles spinning

Donald's lies keep on beginning

Judge Merchan's patience thinning

As the trial keeps on winning

In Room 1530, history's made

Donald's crimes on full parade

Parker warning, rules are laid

But his narcissism can't be swayed

Cameras banned, a travesty

Justice hidden from you and me

Donald's spin, a comedy

Of lies and mediocrity

Jurors serious, facts they find

Despite the MAGA crowd's combined

Efforts to subvert and blind

The truth, they cannot unwind

Double, triple, quadruple down

Donald pushes, the world's his town

But now the law has come around

To bring the king without a crown

To testify or not to be

That is the question, we shall see

If Donald's hubris sets him free

Or seals his fate in infamy

Alone he sits, no family near

Melania, children, nowhere here

Transactional, their love so dear

When power fades, they disappear

Boredom, disrespect, control's loss

Donald's psyche pays the cost

Unremitting, his mind's accost

As he faces his demons, long since crossed

Rallies, his fix, he'll surely seek

After hours in court, so bleak

His narcissism, springing leak

As inevitability's peak

Draws ever closer, day by day

The piper's tune, he must now pay

For decades of deception's sway

In Merchan's courtroom, no delay

The danger's growing, row by row

As Donald reaps what he did sow

Justice's hand, so sure and slow

Will guide this trial, high or low

To its conclusion, come what may

In SheScribe's style, we now convey

This zany rhyme, in court's array

Donald's fate, on full display!

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Deborah Lima's avatar

I believe a fair enough jury can be found. Why? I am an activist here in my county for Democratic candidates. I knock hundreds of doors every election. The one thing that’s true in every neighborhood is how utterly uninformed people are. So if their source of information is what they hear in the courtroom, possibly we find reasonable people in there. (Which wouldn’t be me, but I mean most people.)

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