Poetry about Donald Trump
I can't wrap my head around the phrase "make America great again"
Our history is drenched with blood
A deep burn,
An ember in my chest.
You left me, a witch on a stake,
Crackling.
Donald Trump says he’s going to make “America Great Again”Well I’ve decided to make a stand.I’ve always tried to look at the world fro
Something’s not okay
I can feel it in the atmosphere
Every breath I take is 5% oxygen and 95% fear
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You know I hate,
Donald Trump too.
Roses are red,
He wears a wig,
Dread is his main trait.
Obtain is what he wants to do with America.
Not is what he tells anything.