When the loud trumpets lie
And the slithering mist usher our souls’ demise

A chameleon claims the eagle flag as his right
Dismissing us all like flies

This Caesar is no savior
His arrogance betrays his hateful designs

We remember this soul has walked this earth before
And the echoes of his footsteps made us wise

This Trumpet lies and lies and lies

A prophet of fear
A black candle that breathes the light it nears

A broken mirror that flattery can never mend or heal

He is the soul of Pharaohs past
Vengeful, angry and drooling with spite

This Trump lies and lies and lies

We can never plant our seeds with you
Your harvest will make our souls die and die and die

Trump, just stop the lies

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Trump Wins

Trump Wins short poem

May there be mercy this day of mourning. Fly flags half-mast for human rights’ regress. The “forgotten” poor, white male minority are distressed by their societal mortality. Clinging to obsolete “common” privilege: sexism, lying, and xenophobic “wisdom”. They are what