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whenever his lips move in

public, despair comes to carry

on work unfinished that makes

us tremble, again. our eyes have

never been more troubled by the

mogul who is now an unrepentant

president dressed with boastful visions

that fill us all with shame. with a vain

imagination, he sentences the earth

to death, her humble guests with

wretchedness, and keeps a pocket

full of scorn for those who disagree.

in the name of two silver coins, his face

is turned aside from those who scream

outside his door, while he sits in an oval

office thinking of new ways to exhale

sickness from his puffy cheeks unto the

shuddering crowds. not a single rule of good

is written on the heart of this cad in the White

House who acts like a little king. wait, when

the hour of the country is gone citizens will

have a clear vision rolling to their feet of the

country’s huge mistake.