This Is a Problem

You say that you will make America great again

But if it wasn't great,

how were we surviving in a world where nothing is great

Where no one is happy

Where no one is full of joy

But I had plenty of happy moments

Like when....

Oh wait

There wasn't any

So if there wasn't any

How do you think you can start?

By taking away my family?

But having me locked away in a church?

By having my best friend's dad shot in the middle of the street

and I

Sitting there casting my eyes on him

Telling him to wake up

Yet he still lie

And we wait for his wake

We think it's some sort of thing where it was a joke

Like when you know,

In Jurrastic Park how the dad pretended to be shocked,

But then he was okay

But this wasn't like that

He lie there, and then dragged away

While liquid was coming out his shirt

And I remember this plan born out of fear

When I put on my best smile and said...

Nothing

Nothing is worth the pain of living in this country that wants to be great again

Other than me having seen my best friend's dad shot

And dragged away

Just sitting there smiling

Like a Goldfish graham cracker

Yeah I got funny stares

But I sat there and smiled knowing that if I cried her dad wouldn't have liked

To see me

Sobbing on the floor

And knowing that he wasn't joking

That the last light on the horizon of death has just slid behind the mountain

And vanished

Leaving  just darkness

Like in the Lion King

I remember watching it with my dad

And we were in the land of hyenas

And then hyenas came through our door

And killed my dad

Killed Mufasa

It was the same

So all I did was smile

Because this land is so great

Because taking away lives for people who want a chance at living is just amazing

Wonderful

Great

Fabulous

And the bloodshed of people who lost the war already and made treaties on peace

And this is how we repay them

Shooting their kind

Their ethnicity

Because terriorists are not okay

Mexicans are not okay

But the KKK is okay

Because that is there religion and they are free to pratice it

While Musilum churches are being raided

And people are getting searched

Because Americans think they a threat

By the way they dress

Believe in

and think

But believe it or not....

You can see a terrorist right now

You don't even need the internet

You don't need the newspaper

You don't even need a pencil

Because what a terrorist looks like

Is in the mirror

So yes

You can try and make this country great again by killing everyone that disagrees with you

My fascists,

but in order to be great

Don't take away medicare that all can have

All can pay for

And then don't replace it

Just because it has someone else's name on it

Don't say you want to create more jobs,

then cancel Air Force One

And call it a night

There are millions of people out there

Relying on that pay check of 15 dollars a month

That will never come

Since their job got raided by the KKK

but that is okay

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