Poetry about Donald Trump

So much of you to see and hear-Too much; I'd rather not.Anything you say or doBecomes a topic that is "hot":
The place I call home -Jessica Jazmin Michaca Silva I come from a place where families are always united
Tell them I’m kind Tell them that my intentions weren’t blind
Donald trump no good 
Civil Rights poem By Wilson Ndegwa
Once I saw Donald J. Trump I went and kicked his rump I laughed out loud And ended his violent crowd
Crippled America watch as them people stare at you If you republican lower class ain't feeling you
The orange old man that tried to make a ban Is on his fourth wife Yet he still has no life
This is not about the country, This is about being undocumented. We cross the border Without knowing our own destiny.
Yo, Ben Shapiro