Zeal for moving in the right direction

Dear Mr. Trump,

The art of the deal? Well I can see the appeal.

But the things that you spout- I can't beleive that they're real.

It's like being first in mario kart, and then slipping on a peel.

It's like saying you love animals

And then clubbing a seal.

It's like standing up for what you beleive in

then shamed for peaceful kneel.

It's like our country is a fish, and you're on the other end of the reel.

And then you beat us to death, and make us a meal.

People are sensitive about the things that they feel.

But I'm not a snowflake, and i'm not an eel.

I'm a millenial, I'm the future, I'm like a wheel.

I want to move this country forward

Not the other way 'round

Because rolling us backwards

Is not a sweet sound.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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