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President

  • Writer: Cheyenne Morton
    Cheyenne Morton
  • Nov 7, 2024
  • 2 min read

november seventh ‘24


I’ve written this before

And not because I’ve grown repetitive and tired. 

It seems though, America has. 

We are graced, nay, intoxicated by the breath of a madman, 

Who is set in a position to rule our worlds. 

And what is most disturbing is that he seeks to extend his reach. 

To absorb power beyond control. 

Doesn’t this remind me of someone in years before, so significant and atrocious? 

A facade so ingenious, and old. 

We’ve seen this act before. 

As I recall, act 2 bears hideous consequences. 

Have we all forgotten the past? 

Or are we simply too blinded by the guise of his state affair to believe he could ever bear the same mark as the beasts who came before him? 


Hypnotized are some. 

Disdained are others. 

Yet our opposing feelings bear no meaning on his status. 

He has won the nation again. 

The feeling that the end is nigh haunts me. 

And I wonder if it is simply dramatized…but when I speak to others, I see that what I imagine to be true has been confirmed in reality. 


He is not stupid enough to just speak. 

He is willing to walk, to do, to disturb what has long been tranquil. 

He measures himself as god.

Couldn’t he shoot someone in the street tomorrow and still be crowned America's king? 

This, he himself has proclaimed he could do. 

Rhetoric can be excused, propaganda can be dismissed, but when actions demonstrate the same narrative as what is broadcasted, it is hard not to let fear settle close to our hearts. 

We cannot forget the history of our sibling nations. 

Lives lost without meaning. 


Truth has no meaning to those who follow this leader. Evidence bears no influence on their minds or hearts. Hate permeates the air around us. 

Hostility jolts our waking hours. 

We are lost to our family members, to the people we once called friends. 

When he turns over, as he will do, the side who carries him as king will fall to their knees far too late. 

Long past the days where cries for change could make a difference, 

Long past the days that warned us the balance was upheaving. 

Long past the day when unstifled power would anoint one deceitful man. 


I fear for the people, the ones least likely accepted by those in power. 

I fear for our freedom, as he praises leaders abroad who paint with a similar stroke and palette as the totalitarian regimes that came before him. 

I fear for those who follow him blindly, 

Disillusioned, 

Entranced, 

And prepared to give it all up for a man who seeks to spread hate and inequity in all policies he creates. 


The fear has risen and it won’t subside. 

Our leader should be in prison, yet to the law he won’t abide. 

If we ever had a chance, it’s long since passed. Remember this is your  king, now watch how he acts. 

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