Poetry about Donald Trump

Keeping it real about America, the land of the free and brave, Long gone are the days of the slave,
O say, can you see the bombs burst in the night? Parent's bodies will fall, while their children are screaming.
America the great. Real America is enslaved, Built upon the backs of captured people,
Why are we turning back? Was the scar from the trail of tears not deep enough?
Have a glass with me, sweetheart We'll forget the execution If you don't move a muscle
The land of brave The land of the free The land to be.
Roses are red, violets are blue, Donald Trump's president.........boy we are screwed. 
   Oh say can you see, the wall being built? The country we once knew now thrown on a tilt.The Dawns early light is from nuclear bombs.Pe
a new poll shows that 47% oppose to kapernick's protest 32% support his stance this is a numbers game
They say America the great. They say America the beautiful.

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