President Donald J Trump
By Effie Darlene Barba
For those who still say they don’t understand
Why we chose Donald J Trump to lead this land
So, listen real close as I try to explain
How we gladly did board the Donald Trump train
For me it began nearly a year ago
When I turned on the news, abandoning shows
Up until then with my head in the sand
Accepting in silence the sorrows at hand
At first as I watched and heard CNN
They laughed and they said, he never can win
They would pick out a word, a thought, a phrase
And talk of none else for days and days
The more that they said, “He doesn’t belong.”
Bigger and Bigger was growing his throng.
As a person who wanted to know what was true
A search for the truth I then did pursue
By listening close to each entire speech
I rejected their “truth”- the medias breach
For when I did hear all that he said
I understood then what had been in his head
I watched as he listened to each person he met
Wanting to know the fears that beset
His heart did transform, his wisdom did grow
He gave of his heart, his hope to bestow
To all the forgotten, the broken, the lost
The victims of rhetoric who bore the cost
Of a social agenda that cut deep our souls
Forgetting all hope, forsaking our goals
He took all the arrows the others could throw
And still stood up strong, letting us know
He was willing to sacrifice all that he had
Because his desire was to make our hearts glad
American pride is what he did give
A hope that in freedom we all can live
He took the time to reach out his hand
To risk everything to then take a stand
It was his heart that drew us all in
To believe in a hope that we all could win
It was his strength, his love, his spirit he gave
America, the land of the free and the brave
TEARS OF JOY, PRIDE, HOPE AND RELIEF
Today Donald Trump will be sworn in as the 45th President. As I watched on YouTube His arrival into Washington, suddenly; I wept tears of pride, joy, hope, and relief. It was as though our Commander and Chief had arrived. Everything might not be perfect; but, it was going to be OK. In fear and silence, we had prayed. Attacked from every side with anger, we were told what we were to think or to speak. We were bullied into quiet submission or told that we had no voice. As patriots to this nation, we respected and honored our leaders even when we disagreed; because we loved our country and all its rich heritage. We knew the heart and soul of America were good people with generous hearts.
THE FORGOTTEN
We are the single mothers who work two or three jobs to care for our families, the fathers who are not too proud to take the humblest job to feed his children, and the same ones who would gladly give our dinner to a stranger who is hungry. The forgotten laborers of this land, the soldiers who believe America is worth fighting for, and the police who willingly risk their lives that we might be safe. We are not the rich or the elite; we are the working heart and soul of this country who believe that good people can make a difference.
THE LONELY
As I left work, rather late and very tired on Tuesday; I headed toward the bus that would take to my car. There was a man with slumped shoulders carrying a garbage bag of clothes and a backpack that had stopped to say something to the bus driver before going on. When I got on the bus, the bus driver told me that the man had said he wanted to kill himself. As I gazed across the street, I saw his figure sitting on the bench. I called the VA police to see if they would help; but, they said it wasn’t their jurisdiction since he had crossed the street and they called the University Police. Then, I watched him enter the University ER and I thought it would be ok; but, I got off the bus to go make certain. By the time I reached the ER door, he was exiting and said, “Nobody cares and nobody believes me.”
Not entirely true, sir. I am here. God sent me and I want to help. And that bus driver over there–he cares too. Sadly he replied, “Mam, it is a lonely world when no one cares no matter how many people you have tried to help.” I knew in an instant by his saying, “Mam” that he was most likely a Veteran. So, I said come with me and I walked him back to the ER at the VA. As we sat and waited for help, I told him: “Listen to me. No matter what happens tonight; promise me you won’t take your life. If you don’t get the help come back here and tell the desk over there to find Effie. I am the only Effie who works here. He promised.
OUR VOICE
We, the heartland of the United States of America, are not concerned with having a polished politician or lawyer who always chooses their words carefully. We want a man who is willing with all his heart to listen. If he has changed on policy ideas, it is because he has heard the voices of the forsaken, the silent voices wanting to be heard. He is like the rest of us who have had our words at times misunderstood and must spend days explaining what we meant. Finally, the words of this veteran continue to sound in my heart because it is the cries of my own heart.
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CONCLUSION
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Because of all this, President Donald J Trump: I want to say Thank You. I am so proud to call you our President, a President for all the people. My prayers remain with you every day of your Presidency that all the people will come to see your heart as we have.
Let this be my prayer verse for you today:
I will love thee, O Lord, my strength. The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I will call upon the Lord, who is worthy to be praised: so shall I be saved from mine enemies. Psalm 18:1-3
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©Effie Darlene Barba, 2017
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