Political poem for after the conventions

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 To thinking republicans of good will:

A contrast so sharp it’s hard to tell,

Is the Republican party now an empty shell?

Reagan said, “tear down the wall,”

Trump’s vision: make it tall,

Yes, indeed, a different fence,

But one’s for freedom, the other tense,

Many friends of the G-O-P,

Seem lost and searching, though most can see,

The man named Trump is not really theirs,

He’s for himself, selling broken wares,

A political fight based on ideas,

Now replaced with empty dares,

So please consider and do it fast,

That voting choices of the past,

Have become today a stark decision,

Hopeful light or dark derision,

Hillary, too, has her flaws,

But she’s steady smart, and broke no laws,

The FBI and Congress investigated,

No indictment anticipated,

So let’s move on and make a pledge,

Vote your conscience, stay off the ledge,

The man who tweets, markets well,

But what he’s selling can go to hell.