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The Trumpeter
The bugle calls and the drums they roll.
The trumpeters, now making the big policy calls.
The american nation have gone and elected an internet troll.
and a president that loves gold, put as no soul,
Who wants to build walls and will pay for extra border patrols
If your born of ethnic origin you may need to hide in a foxhole.
And I can see this planets going to get an even bigger ozone hole.
This mans on the banks and big businesses payroll.
I really wish with all my heart and soul.
that his mum and dad, had used birth control.
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