My long, long nightmare.

I’m living in a strange period of history. In a place. Where things aren’t normal anymore.  Where the president is Donald Trump.  A man that could be certifiably adjudged as crazy. Gone bonkers. But we let him get away with his insane antics. Merely because he is the president. And that gives him the divine right. The authority to do as he pleases. Like kings. In the days of old. When loony monarchs reigned. Yes, it’s happening now. And it happened before. The world is in complete disarray. I don’t want to believe it. I want to awaken. From my long, long nightmare. But hard as I try.  I remain frightened. And in a stupor. Convinced that I have died. And gone to Hell. --Jim Broede