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The King of Trumpland

From TV land and a brash hotel
Appeared a huckster who lived to sell
Dreams to those who longed to hear
A voice free of bull, pity and fear,
Selling the dream of a new frontier,
He renamed America 'Trumpland'

He sold them a pup, many still knew
In their hearts of hearts - but what could they do?
A new power was rising, far to the east;
Trump took aim and fired – he’d slay the beast!
For he of all men was scared the least,
War fortified the King of Trumpland

The King cried 'first we retaliate,
Abandon all compromise, seal their fate!'
Then vast smoke mushrooms came into view
Over Pyong Yang and Beijing, Australia too;
In Korea millions died, though they never knew
Of the glorified King of Trumpland

The war was over – men cried with relief,
‘We stood up and were counted for our belief’;
The sky grew darker, black as the night;
The King was roaring 'we won the fight
And beat the aggressor with our military might!'
They deified the King of Trumpland

Then out of nowhere, a mighty blast,
Five million souls breathed their last,
Shocked generals stared from ship and car -
Korean missiles reached this far??!!
They struck at the heart of the stripes and stars
And the petrified King of Trumpland?

The King had one more trick up his sleeve,
He’d leave the people to mourn and grieve; 
When last seen he'd reached the coast
Having been relieved of his regal post,
As a second bomb made millions more ghosts
For the mortified King of Trumpland

The next war will be fought with sticks and stones,
Bows and arrows and broken bones;
On Capitol Hill crowds mourn their loss
In single file past the wooden cross,
Where they take their aim and angrily toss
Rocks - at the crucified King of Trumpland

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