To Our President
Dear 45
Have you taken a look outside today
Caught a glimpse of the chaos you caused today
Snuck a peek or did something to seek the havoc you’ve caused today
I can guarantee it won’t be that hard to find
Every day you have a different axe to grind
Some foolish behavior that causes our country to unwind
Hiding behind a keyboard and a cluster of men
You type away on your phone in your cush den
You tweet and squawk, carrying on like a hawk with no cares to countrymen
But you have an exception, one golden rule
If I look like you I am not treated cruel
But if I look unique, with no European heritage to speak, I am counted out as a fool
A country that was built on diversity
Led by one that preaches crudity
Torn apart by one man’s adversity
An adversity to culture, and adversity to love
An adversity to change, and adversity to freedom that floats like a dove
Everyday it’s all you see
Greeted with it on morning TV
Assaulted all day with you cries of your plea
A plea to go back to the “good old days”
A plea to return to the primitive ways
A plea to retreat to a time when my people were below your feet
Day in and day out I feel I can do nothing but watch
Watch the clock go tick tock, feeling my stomach turn in knots
Waiting for the day you make the ultimate botch
This day will come, and it will come soon
Bullets, missiles and fire will come in like a typhoon
But you will be safe, behind your four walls
You will not be afraid to walk those white halls
While you still hide behind the mask of it all
So take a look outside today
Take a look and maybe you’ll see me pray
Because this could be our last day