Poetry about Donald Trump

dear you, beautiful black woman
It was Wednesday, November 9th, the day after Our heads throbbed with the reality
Our Country 'tis of thee, Sweet home of bigotry From the President Elect. Donald J. Trump a
I will protest againt this insanity Speak up without enmity Even when they set their dogs loose
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.

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