A Pray For Trump

Father the world is going insane There is a mad man running about He loves to talk and shout I wonder if he knows what he's talking about He reminds me of a man whose always drunk I think you may know him his name is Trump He wears a frown and is a grump I think his heart is like the inside of an empty trunk Hollow, spacious, scary and dark I wonder if he is made from steal and black coal I know he is old but there is no need for him to be cold After all he has an empire of riches and gold Dear God does he know, that you are the one That rules this world.