Poetry about Donald Trump

We the people We the people divided We the people alienated We the varied We the broken.  
I reside in “America, the great”
Not My President by Bianca Gonzalez 1 Dear Mr President
Keeping it real about America, the land of the free and brave, Long gone are the days of the slave,
America the great. Real America is enslaved, Built upon the backs of captured people,
O say, can you see the bombs burst in the night? Parent's bodies will fall, while their children are screaming.
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. 

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