Poems about Politics

Two Young People Met up in the city. Had no cash, Had no bread, No need for the pity.  
Two Young People Met up in the city. Had no cash, Had no bread, No need for the pity.  
O, say can you see? The problems held within They shine from sea to sea
Dear President Trump,  
Sometimes we think that, Others are spoiled, and we are victims. It is proposed,
During and after the presidential election we have all heard the president-elect Donald Trump say "Let's make America great again", but i
America is the land of the free Except for the people like me I worry every day about the crips and the bloods
America the great? Always Always blessed to live here The freedom of speech To speak up for what I believe 
 Tick tock, Clock, Your face faces mine As if by some sinister design
The Young Man

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