This morning’s wake-up call,
A jarring truth, a bitter fall.
Trump found guilty, thirty-five in line,
Yet still he campaigns, still he shines.

Questions swirl, a storm in my mind,
Is justice blind, or selectively kind?
If it were Obama, would we pause and reflect,
Or shrug it off, dismiss and neglect?

Thirty-five charges, a heavy weight,
Yet here he stands, still in the race.
Can we...