Add Murder To His Sins

Add Murder to His Sins! A man who sleeps behind the wheel And kills someone, it's a big deal, No clear intent to kill a child, Still criminal! Trump drives me wild! Abortion haters love Trump's sin, These racists who share Satan's lair, Love stripping child from parents care. Mistake? They're poor, have colored skin! Trump does not err, not carelessness, He's traitor too, though won't confess, His greed, at last, will bring him down, For sane men grok Trump's just a clown. At birth, Trump won the lottery, It blinded him so he can't see That evil is his Midas touch, A Popeye fraud with no spinach. No compass guides our ship of state, Trump eats own children and their rhyme With treasonous, self-serving crime! May Justice live to seal his fate! Though brotherhood Trump cannot serve, May all who love Christ find His nerve! Let's turn our backs on wanton sins At least try brother's moccasins. Long Tooth December 15, 2018