In the driver’s seat —

It’s not the horse,

But the driver,

That’s more to blame.

Orphaned children wrapped in plastic

Once had parents across the border

Federal employees enjoyed Christmas,

Once upon a time,

Before an anti-Claus trimmed their tree.

When the ship lacks a helmsman,

One without a wise clue,

It screaks and drives on the rocks

And splinters in tragedy.

Too obvious and painful

For most of us to witness,

Run away.

What next, Mr. Scrooge?

Hassanah Nelson, Arcata

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