Saturday, June 24, 2017

Trumpism


God save our souls.

I don't believe in metaphor
The way I say is what's in store
Right or wrong history is past
And helps to show my lack of class.

The dollar mine is what I wear
And those with equal value share
A family crypt made of gold
While suffering is for young and old.

The uniformed come and go
Our young die because they're' told
Protect freedom at all cost
Unforgiving ways profit loss.

The world is but a resting place
That cares for the human race
All the others man and beast
Will be here to the end of feast.

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