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So this is the end
Your presidency has expired
Smelling like a pile of fertilizer!
Taking the rights of everyone!
And lies you mask to sound true
Just to save your toasted behind!
Your lies keep burying you
Deeper and deeper into that hole
Until you meet Satan in Hell
Who'll be happy to take your soul!
Crisp it until its nothing, but ash!
Because that's where you belong!
Hiding the truth from the masses!
As you watch us all fight for survival!
The lives of millions struck by the plague
Their blood is on your hands
You silly, pig-headed fool!
And if a question puts you in a rut!
You always make up something quick
Because your always telling lies
To cover up your roasted behind!
Secret conspiracies and hidden truths
Kept hidden from the eyes and ears
Of the globe that are on edge
As their being guide through the smoke
Of the chaotic biological war
We found ourselves in!
Tell us Mister Trump
How does it feel?
Driven up the wall
No where left to run?
Your deceipt is exposed
Your words are crap
Your attempts are bull!
Your help is mediocre!
Your dooming our world!
Your keeping loved ones apart!
Lives young and old
Falling prey to this menance!
Its time to step down!
Its time to retire!
Its time to be done!
Its time to face your punishment!
You'll go down in history
As the worst president in the world
THat brought about a pandemic
And how you suffered the price!
Your time is up, Trump
Time to come forward
Take your punishment
And get the hell out
Off of Earth for good!
I am unappreciated by you and you show no remorse
Of couse not you do no wrong
You God damned Sociopathic jacka$$
Your the only one who damn well matters
arent ya ,you pig headed imbusal
Im gonna rip your heart out
oh wait... you dont have one
So guess that doesnt work
Why dont you just go play in traffic,
like some common retard would do
but I guess you fit to well into that catagory
you simple minded fool
How dare you treat me so
How dare you
ill oughta sell your organs on the blackmarket
Im not the one
dont fall asleep ,or it'll death that you reap
Mama Africa,
Land of my ancestors' birth;
Source of all mankind,
the once Shangri la of mother earth.
Stir up the spirit of the Mau-Mau in vibrato on the bongo.
Your ways are far higher than the crags of the Kilimanjaro.
Let the cry for freedom rides the winds of the Serengeti,
and the walls of segregation fall like confetti.
With careful utterances,
ransack the minds of the pig-headed souls.
Uhuru milele! Milele bure!
Adamantly, gluttons deprive her black gold.
In the villages, griots will invoke a new story.
Follow the way of the lion,
and watch out for the hyenas.
When the rivers are dry in Tanzania,
danger resides in the mud.
Remember; when liberty is threaten in Somalia,
freedom is written in blood.
Blood stained her crevices with love;
black sons’ and black daughters’ blood.
Bright eyes looking in the mirror
Curious, old, yet still striking.
Searching, wondering, mysterious.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Defiant and forthright
What does that mean?
Pig-headed and stubborn, one face looks into the other.
Forever constant and too fragile to change,
One end linking to the other,
Joined at the hip yet moving separately.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
Sleeping and yet constantly awake
in a private world of make believe,
where everything is possible even when it's not.
The tired exploits of a forgotten past and over active imagination.
Belief and truth merging into one.
Looking into the mirror, curious, old, yet still striking.
All the comforts of youth and naivety.
What does that even mean?
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She was crouched
semi collapsed
no one could touch her
a fire of dignity
would raise from her feet
to lift the line of her chin
determination etches new lines
worry brought
the sweat pig headed pain
corrugating furrows
soldiering on
striking and slashing
at every obstacle
till time had no mind
for her pride
and the spectre
that dogged every fall
every twitch
each scrap of scoundrel death
then her eyes fired
when her body could not
her spirit never diminished
even as she jumped up
to brush poppies in heaven
radiant inscrutability
she was ready
for the next campaign
and leapt
—-
dignity made wings
that now,
soar the stars
in one breath
liberation