Poetry about Donald Trump
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.
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
They say America the great. They say America the beautiful.
Dear Donald Duck, We are not rapists . We are not drug dealers. We are not bringing crime.
America is greatbut the people who made is great don't get to experience it
America, 1980'sImmigration is open, people flock in like birds migrating back to the states after winter.