Poetry about Donald Trump

I’m opening a restaurant On the corner of Liberty Street And Broadway.
They put me in a dark room white men all around me asking all the wrong questions, not sure what to do with this black assassin, so I fig
This country is a mess. Promises of freedom for the few by oppression of the many
They look down upon us and Scoff, chuckle, take us for fools.
A deep burn,  An ember in my chest. You left me, a witch on a stake, Crackling.  
   Donald Trump says he’s going to make “America Great Again”Well I’ve decided to make a stand.I’ve always tried to look at the world fro
The man we hate is riseing acully not we,the entire world.
Something’s not okay  I can feel it in the atmosphere   Every breath I take is 5% oxygen and 95% fear  
The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women Nasty,
Dread is his main trait. Obtain is what he wants to do with America. Not is what he tells anything.

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