TRUMP'S GOLDEN AGE
The Golden Age always begins with chaos,
With screaming, fallen icons and bloody fields,
With fiercely fought heart-wrenching battles
With the conquered foes who refused to yield.
The old regime must fall to progress.
Outdated ideologies must be rebuked.
That which no longer serves the people
Now lay in tatters where they’ve been nuked.
Embedded enemies vow to dig in deeper,
And many hide cowardly underground,
But their selfish deeds and harmful crimes
Will all be brought to light; their evil will be bound.
As the smoke clears from battle a mighty shout rises,
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” lingers in the swirling air.
All the sworn enemies of our chosen people
Are now vanquished amid the cleansing fire.
Old ways, old beliefs, outdated and senseless hatred
Can not survive the cherished wave of progress
And although the Golden Age begins with chaos
It ends with Peace, Thankfulness and Praise, and Yes,
America is not Camelot, but She sits high among the rest.
She is the shining Hope and the face of Freedom
For all the nations who aspire to the belief in Good,
In God, in Love and sacred Brotherhood.
The dawn of the Golden Age is now upon us,
The tedious, hard work is being done every day.
Stay the course and march on with us to greatness.
President Trump proudly will show us the way.
Copyright Chula Schlesinger-Fleming© 2.6.2025
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