Fairway and Foul

While desert sands receive the boots of war,
And fuel costs climb behind the station door,
While ninety thousand livelihoods take flight,
And schoolyards fade into a silent night.

While Tehran weeps beneath a caustic rain,
And ancient neutral walls decry the pain,
As Iran crowns a voice to lead the state,
And Epstein’s secrets lie behind the gate.

Across the green where manicured grasses lie,
Beneath the vast and undisturbed blue sky,
The man who promised ease for every home,
With billionaire companions, chose to roam.

Amidst the crisis and the gathering storm,
He keeps his swing in customary form.