Poetry about Donald Trump
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
Roses are red, Violets are blue, You know I hate, Donald Trump too. Roses are red, He wears a wig,
Dread is his main trait. Obtain is what he wants to do with America. Not is what he tells anything.
Roses are Red My shoes are blue you smell like pee your son do to your breathe hot like the sun you better run cause i got my gun and i a
Your skin gets you promoted
Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported
Many voices cry out in agony, Many voices are left out. Many voices are heard in the outrage,
My President is Me. That means that he black. That orange dude that y'all elected? Man, he wack.
Now who am I to say that I am learned beyond my years In time and blood the holy flood