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Oh heavenly Bible,
he stood there holding you
A fibber, a republican, the people choice
So many times I saw him at the podium 
Jeering and coming up against the people of God.
Yet, not a bible near by>>

A hope of promise to his followers
A curse to the dark, yellow and brown foreigners:
He often said that he inherited a mess 
So were my father exact words
After he brought a second hand old Wolsey car 
Back in 1967: he too inherited a mess

Now the crime in the land is uprising
More regrets than before: is servicing
More bombing than the Vietnam War

How shallow can one be?
How detached is he from his constituency:
The fear of the ego, and the power of the spirit
A poet ponders, about his next tweet or text

Such men behind the wheels:
means a nation will suffer, 
God children pray 
for justice and for peace.

They wealth kept on
growing from the backs of slaves
That is why we grieve? 
Each and every day

An apple tree without fruits,
Cows without milk, 
chicken without eggs
A well without water, those little things
we took for granted, is like a nation without
Patience, kindness and loyalty

**Proverbs 28:11
The rich man is wise in his own eyes,
But the poor who has understanding searches him out;**
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