Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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'Daddy'. My, there he is, sitting in his own egocentric self portrait. Civil War hat and black shirt, with burning Chicago painted behind him-- One of his many cities, he was as president, Benevolently to nurture, guide, and care for, as all before him. 'I love the smell of deportation in the morning. . .' I remember we voted in a president; lowering food prices; And one who would not touch our vital Medicare; One who aspired to earn a Nobel Peace Prize. In reality, just what have we unleashed upon ourselves, And all of the world around us? Frank Maurer 7 September 2025 1230 Hours.