The Trump years A ledger swings like a carnival ride,numbers screaming up, then plunging wide—green arrows flash, then bleed to red,while talking heads insist “ahead, ahead.” On Main Street, shutters learn to close,cardboard blossoms where no seed grows,a man folds winter into his coat,counts loose change like a lifeboat. High above, in mirrored glass,profits bloom … Continue reading the trump years 🇺🇸