Trump Caste First Stone
Trump Caste First Stone
If Trump were to caste first stone
We would surely moan and groan
When hit and will have to admit
The pain hurts and does not quit.
Trump's stones become a big pile
After he had been vain and vile
As soon as last stone was caste
By all our pleasant lives went past.
Think Trump thinks he is smarter
And may end up becoming a martyr
A message from God had been sent
Should have had a peaceful movement.
Do you think he will have gotten the hint?
Jim Horn
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