Donald

A mother, 

looking down at her child,

giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close.

A teenager, acting foolishly and disrespectfully

towards his crush, who seems to be uncomfortable.

A mogul, who under no circumstance can give up his next deal, 

his next move is real estate, and he can do it on his own.

A candidate, he rises up by crumbling the towers next to him, pitting brother against 

brother, and relishing in his own power, which is seemingly unceasing.

A president, the people are so desperate for change they are willing to give up their

own rights for security. He laughs, as this is only boosting his popularity.

A mother, 

sits. 

And weeps.

This poem is about: 
My country

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