Poetry about Donald Trump

The world watches as numbers trickle in. Each state lights up in hues of red or blue.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
Bullied, hurting. It's part of a lifetime phase. Pain, suffering. We all hurt on the inside but never express it. Love, joy.
I search for the truth, meaning and a higher power, but I get lost in time, the seconds, minutes and the hours, this is life, it’s bitter
I am the suffragette who told Black women to march at the back Even though their cause was mine
I'm a Republican and what I'm saying is true; Voting for Donald Trump to be the U.S. President was what I would do.  
Actress and liberal activist, Alyssa Milano, sucks and I'll tell you why;
Us mexican will always find a way and we are not the ones that need america
There is a wall plan, And it is being applied. Then money isn't there.
Back then black people used to hang from trees but from the same trees in 2016  We make tables, The fresh air doesn't seem that fresh any

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