by the White House,
we see the old man
in the window, with a hammer
and nails.
he's putting up
wooden planks
on the windows,
on the doors.
there are guard dogs
in the yard.
i see his wife with a cauldron
of boiling oil
on the roof top.
a quiver of arrows
on her back.
there's the son with his
pea shooter,
and homemade sling shot.
they've poured water
around the house
and filled the swamp
with alligators
and snakes.
they've painted on the front wall
in big bold
letters,
we're not leaving,
you can't force us out,
now get off my lawn.
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