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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