The Chosen One blows another gust
as the nation awaits
Deep within we know we cannot trust
the One who hates
Casting upon our TV screen his pleas
of lies, platitudes of enemies to appease
His teleprompter thus actuates
as the nation awaits
A bomb drops slowly to earth’s crust
and then accelerates
A noise is heard and grows robust
ending a hundred fates
While on the golf course he plays a round
forgetting words that now rebound
For all the hate he now creates
as the nation awaits
Twas he who preached against the thrust
of war with no debates
A civil war and not a must
for the lie he creates
No money to pay they say
just follow the liberal way
The end of the United States
as he dictates
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