memorizing all the tales

it was raining on the south lawn
reporters were asking questions about the dawn
a fake leader was oozing a yellow yawn
the warm wet drops fell
and his strange voice came rising from a little corner of hell
trying to speak coherent words but you couldn't tell
and the seasons changed
then it snowed
far and away down the open road
prairie grass lands had been completely mowed
so the buffalo sitting in their zoo
keep forgetting what it is they should do
finding it impossible to heed nature's call
to migrate under or over the border wall
and there's an ocean spinning around the sun
the fish are shooting each other with a gun,
are slowly walking up the beach on the run
the tide has turned:
what once was taught is now unlearned
there are hearts that have been burned:
refugee ships loaded with all manner of humanity
sail the rising seas expecting to be free
and there's you and me
memorizing all the tales of brave Ulysses.