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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I am so upset with anyone who has anything to do with Washington, the President and the swamp. The following is a compilation of my concerns. You don't have to read them, and if you do, you don't have to like them or agree with them. You do need to realize that this next election is as important, or more so, than any other Presidential election in our nation's history. In A Quandary By Franklin Price 01/17/2020 I hate to say, I'm in a quandary, About the President today. The Democrats ridiculous With what they have to say. Impeaching him was ludicrous. They planned it from the start. I feel the quandary, I'm in, Is making me a part. The Democrats all hate him. Some Republicans not sure. Trump is for the people, For this country not a cure. I voted Trump the last election, Appreciate the job he's done. He loves this country fiercely. I am so glad he won. Conditions are much better For the country as a whole. The Market is still rising And not going in the hole. Unemployment at its lowest, Lowest wages on the rise. He gets no recognition, The left leaning, still despise. Standing tall, for the U.S.A, Trump believes we're number one, Believes we're not the financiers, Of other countries, just for fun. Stands up to adversaries. Shows our military might. If they tread upon the snake, They find that it will bite. Negotiates to open doors. Puts his finger in the dike. Making roads, that go both ways, For friend and foe alike. I must define my quandary, For all who read this note. I'm having doubts, for this election, Of giving him, again, my vote. There is no bigger ego. Leaves advisors in the dust. Finds himself so very few, He believes that he can trust. Won't admit, he might be wrong. Fires those who say he could. Instead of trusting those he chose, And to listen, when he should. He makes himself look foolish With his comments and his tweets. I'm fearful, of his next four years, Matters not, who he defeats If the Democrats keep power On the House or Senate floor. They will keep coming for him Once again, another four. We the People must be careful. We must find another way. Vote out, all the far outs, Let the level headed stay. We must keep some division, For just one to have control, Would upset the power balance, This country's very heart and soul. Our founders, in their wisdom, Wrote the top law of our land. Although some make a farce of it, The Constitution still must stand. The division of the government And, consequently, of the power, Must be brought back into balance, Or this could be our final hour. I can't vote for a Democrat. Those running make no sense. Love to listen to themselves. For the people, they are dense. I pause to vote for Trump again, Though I believe he is the best. But all must do, as he sees fit, To hell with all the rest. Although he is the President, Was never meant be the king. His need to always have control, Has some say a throne's his thing. He is not the only one, Both parties act that way. Both the asses and the elephants, Believe they have the only say. The ass kicks out with vengeance, While resisting every move, The elephant throws its weight around, Their one and only way to prove. What happened to negotiation, Reaching out across the aisle? Until the branches make that happen, They'll be slowing down the dial. The clock that runs in Washington Needs repairing and rewound. Unless we blur, hard party lines, Soon will be no ticking sound. If impeachment finds Trump guilty, We the people lose our say. Without two thirds of Senators, November polls will be the way. If (or not) Trump runs again, There is one thing I know: How this country moves along, The twenty-twenty polls will show.
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