The Trumpeters
Apr 3, 2017 · 4 min read

by Michael Rothenberg

Cowards in white sheets, the skinhead cops

and racists, the religious working men

and women who think a woman’s place is

in the kitchen and children are to be seen

and not heard, and believe people of color

are here in America as a privilege not a right,

who blame Obama for 9/11, but he wasn’t

even president then, the ones who say racism

didn’t exist in America until Obama,

the blowhards, The Trumpeters, the ones

who will murder to be in the driver’s seat

of a big white capitalist car, who will never

be in the driver’s seat, will always be

second-rate white people, in the rich

man’s eye, they might as well be black

for their marginalized existence in the grand

scheme of the upper class American

power elite, but still they buy into the lie,

with their heads up the ass of the real oppressors,

the powerful whites who will never share

a piece of the pie with their middle-class

and working class, poor white cousins, who

only see these ordinary folk, these regular

people as grist for the mill, unruly ignorants

who they can use to help them build their

oligarchic empires, the front line of their

marching band, The Trumpeters, blowing

the horn of oppression, blowing the horn

of the white man’s dream to rule the world,

the white man’s dream to carry guns

in the street, free to murder kids in Sandy Hook,

free to beat their wives, and practice rape

as a contact sport while they graduate

from Stanford University with a big white

degree, free to treat a woman as property,

like a piece of shit, these Trumpeters, they blow,

and blow hard, The Trumpeters, the 40 percent,

maybe 50 percent of America, who will sell

their souls for the promise of ever- elusive

power, the good old Christians who spit

in Christ’s face and rape him on the cross,

the ones that covet cruelty, The Trumpeters,

the patriotic Trumpeters, the ones who think

the USA is a page in an owner’s manual,

clear as day, that they can own democracy,

rig and twist justice and truth to their

self-interested lies and aspirations, that justice

can be bought and sold, as long as white

people rule the world, The Trumpeters,

the ones who think the USA is a big fucking

TV set, as they slurp down their supersized

cans of pharmaceutical sugar and poison,

The Trumpeters, who mimic some hallmark

illusion of The Great White American Way,

and lick the boots of a reality show star,

The Trumpeters, may they suffer the pain

they wish on the poor, the weak, the abandoned,

and rot in the hell of their own vanity,

greed, envy, pride, lust, and sloth and ten

more sins that are their legacy, the sins of

The Trumpeters! Oh, Trumpeters, come on,

blow, blow, blow, your trumpets, here

comes your monster daddy, he comes to give

you another script to read because you can’t

think for yourselves, and he will fuck you

in the ass, and he will never kiss you, never

ever be like you, or with you, he will only

bleed you, and bleed you, fodder for his wars,

fodder for his ecocidal factories, fodder

for his machineries of deception, yes, you

will be his robot army, because you are,

accept it, only Trumpeters, only soulless slaves,

at your very core, behind your brassiness

you are only a procession of cowards, and you

will follow and pronounce your yahoo

independence as you walk to your hate-filled

grave, you will follow the goosestep of the

high boot and genocide, get in line proud

Trumpeters, the future is yours, there’s a banquet

waiting for you beyond the gates of Valhalla,

come on, you are the lucky ones, the entitled ones,

not only the desired guest for the feast, you are

the feast itself, so bow down and open your collar,

your red-haired father is coming to devour you.

Photo by Terri Carrion

Michael Rothenberg is the editor of, co-founder of 100 Thousand Poets for Change, and co-founder of Poets In Need, a non-profit 501(c), assisting poets in crisis. His most recent book of poems is Drawing The Shade (Dos Madres Press, 2016). A bi-lingual edition of Indefinite Detention: A Dog Story and the poetic journals Tally Ho and the Cowboy Dream/The Real and False Journals: Book 5 will be published by Varasek Ediciones (Madrid, Spain, 2017). Wake Up and Dream will be published in 2017 by MadHat Press. He currently lives in Tallahassee, Florida. “The Trumpeters” first appeared in Oakland Review #4.

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