Pretty pictures hang skewed on ruined walls,
Their scorched frames stark against blackened plaster.
Burnt out shells of cars buried as ash falls,
Four five visits photo op disaster.
One more failure to accept evidence
Of chronic climate change on the West Coast.
Once more spouts total anti-state nonsense,
Blame people on ground, his latest false boast.
There’s no global warming. Does not exist.
Problems of management not lack of rain,
Scientists lie, their research is fake mist,
Perfectly coiffed ogre on steps of plane.
Waves as daylight obscured by umbre dust,
Golf cart awaits, so it’s In God We Trust?
Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, September 14th 2020.