Poetry about Donald Trump

A radical Oompa Loompa or a Wealthy little liar… Ah I can’t decide; I think my brain is on fire!
They Thought They Could Trust   When my dog Henry runs to me, leaps over my legs
Art has opened my eyes Asleep and un-aware Control was an illusion A year went by Now 2017
She woke up in a still world. Something felt off and cold. She turned on the news.
I scream not only because I am angry not only because  I am afraid I scream
I used to be that kind of person, who got 15-30 minutes late to school. But now I have changed that because attendance  can get me into a
Typing was easy -- Writing was hard. What then was the point of the words If there lay no meaning behind them?
I am Mexican-American, I am one of you I was born and raised here, like many of you too
"The new President of the United States of America is Donald Trump", hearing those words broke my heart..
 Dreams Dreams can turn bad It just needs the right kind of Demon,

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