President of Freedom
President of Freedom
The last man in a long line,
voted to save the future...
for us.
Not all of us,
but some.
Those that live on others,
standing on the backs of oxen,
will get all that is theirs.
Unrelentingly working,
for a better tomorrow...
only to find some have been,
tied to a circle,
a pole in the ground.
Spending their days...
toiling and pulling,
pallets of overloaded,
waste products,
produced by the elected elite,
shoveled and force-fed
to the Deplorables...
all,
in an effort to make them...
choke and die.
Termites...
to eat the very nutrients...
from our trees.
Ants,
to consume...
what is not just leftover,
but all there is too eat.
Foul swine,
talked about in the bible,
and sent to drown.
The best man for the job,
was not the one
any would have picked,
first from the tree.
The apples of freedom
have been scarce.
Yet, one that loves America,
more than all the rest.
Clear and exactly what you see,
Our President is there to fight,
for you and me.
Higher wages,
safer homes,
better lives,
one legitimate vote away.
America is alive.
We are here to stay,
because we pray!
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