Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President,

November 9, 2016

This day will live in infamy,

It is too bad you built a campaign on bigotry.

People are surprised, like somehow they were tricked

But surely they knew your character had been stripped

You painted on the colors of your party

You won the vote because a better option was tardy.


You may call me a dreamer but I wish I was comatose,

Yet you are building dream catcher that makes America so morose.

You claim you want to make America Great again,

But all you ever do is offend then defend again.

We are all lost hearing of your besieged,

And maybe now it's time you get impeached.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country





Hell Yeah!!!