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Our Jerusalem

- on Donald Trump’s visit to the United Kingdom (with apologies to William Blake) And in the heat of summer time Walking by England’s fountains seen A man who thought he was a God And King of England’s pastures green We did not countenance his crime Drew lines upon our crowded hills And sang Jerusalem, Trump is here Among us - dark Satanic chills Bring me balloons of tan and gold Bring me cartoons and bold satire Bring tea and beer; Oh, clowns untold! Bring me the jokes that will not tire I will bring cheese to fuel the fight Or something silly in my hand This isn’t Trump’s Jerusalem And we don’t want him in our land © Gail Foster 12th July 2018

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Lyric Man

Date: 7/13/2018 1:31:00 PM

I don't think people realize that Trump feeds off of this. He only won because he wasn't ignored. We play his game and lose?!?!

Gail Foster
Date: 7/13/2018 3:26:00 PM

Protesting against Trump, in the only way I know how, is a matter of conscience for me. All the best to you.

Agnes Krampe

Date: 7/13/2018 7:58:00 AM

I love the hymn, and I enjoyed your parody of it. Satire is the only response to the insanity.

Gail Foster
Date: 7/13/2018 3:09:00 PM

Thanks for the read, Agnes. I do like a bit of satire.