The Puppet King
His strings are wrapped in murderous hands.
He mouths the words his master commands.
Hate and violence was his warm-up act;
He's made a deal with a demon's pact.
A nation bows its head in shame
But American voters are to blame.
You thought to grab the brass ring
And sold your soul to the puppet king.
February 28, 2025
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2025
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