A boy, a silver spoon toy, he thought it to be too poor
So as a man, his father\'s business he ran, but always wanted more
Power wanted, wealth flaunted, even a TV show
Though lawless, he ran for public office, charming many below
He dreamed to see a country with a whip of liberty at its side
Blinders blurred to reminder\'s word, freedom\'s bloody hands of genocide
From parents torn a child, mercy defiled, words bouncing off deaf ears
Modeling his action after Jackson, another trail of tears
Sprouted seed, from capitalistic greed, that always needed more land
Canada a new state, he would liberate, build a wall in the Panama sand
After he won thought he was the sun, now desired to be God
Never content, with his tongue\'s razor he rent political correctness\' facade
A public offender he outlawed transgender, treating them as toxins
Being a rule bender he legislated gender, setting when it begins
So as his sun set, he was upset, vowed next day he\'d return
Rattling his saber at foreign labor, what\'s to come wait and learn