President Trump
poem by:
John Rodie
Written
on Nov 09, 2016
So Donald Trump is President, hail to the Chief But for We the People to do this, beggars all believe. Where was the rigged election is all I have to say As I am forced onto my knees, my hands are grasped to pray And through these weeping worried eyes I see The land of the free, (if you don’t have doctor’s fees), Cares not for the poor huddled masses that wash up on her shore For the Samaritans, like the Muslims, will be cast out for evermore Along with Truth and Justice and The American Way (And will Superman still now be allowed to stay?) But I can see Strange Fruit hang from the Orange trees That once more will sway in the gentle southern breeze! So America do as China did, and remove the welcome mat But Don’t complain when no one wants to trade with rules like that! And when the fiery cross once more lights up the evening sky Remember that you are the ones that voted in this guy! So close the doors and build your wall From the world, Goodbye- that’s all!
Tags: sad, rhyme, depressing, pain, dark,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Very good, people think that someone will come in with a fairy wand and create a magical world, doesn't work that way, most people in politics are there for themselves...well written.
Christopher Russon
commented:
Never put your trust in Nobels.that means all world leaders.
Very good poem.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
Oh! Come on John. Methinks you go over the top. Strange fruit! You diminish real events from history when you project such an image with no basis in fact.
Geoffrey Brewer
commented:
When Trump won this election, the party of slavery, segregation and the Ku Klux Klan (The Democrats) was defeated. Hillary is a Progressive Socialist. Socialism has been responsible for the deaths of tens of millions in the last century.
