Grandad

My great grandad,
He fought in the First World War.

He endured all that bloodshed,
And all that violent gore.

Just to do it a second time,
When the world was set alight.

For the Second World War,
He did join in the fight.

Just for some oligarch,
Who has no place in politics,

To raise his fucking arm,
And flatten his goddamn fist.

The night of the inauguration,
No less.

We were speechless,
In distress.

A salute meant to oppress?

Oh America.

What a mess.