TRUMP'S HANDS WIELD THE POWER
Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.
He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and unyielding determination,
And the hell that might rain down in furious showers.
From all directions his enemies test his mettle
Then find themselves wilted on bloody ground.
Respect replaces immature, misguided disdain and fear
When he wields the power of Light and sound.
Gentle, with kindness and bountiful praise
He guides his family and subordinates through remarkable lives.
To others, “You will do it because if you don't...” his favorite phrase,
As he looks intently into their cowardly eyes.
There’s no wavering, no fear. His hopeful message is crystal clear.
Each declaration of his executive powers is deliberately penned
To fight prior injustices, selfish evil, and despicable greed.
The American people know in his powerful hands is all the strength we need.
Copyright © Chula Schlesinger-Fleming | Year Posted 2025
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