The Baby
What do we do in America
with a spoiled, howling baby,
who throws tantrums...
demands its own way?
We elect it President.
Then we sit back,
watch it destroy its toy
and threaten us with
loss of our government
being taken away in pique
We know of the naughty
things it has done, but we
look the other way
We repeat, "But he IS the president..."
Yes, he is - but SHOULD he be?
We are held hostage by a
Tyrant, a dangerous child in a
man's body who will bring
down the precious nation of ours.
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2018
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