The Puppet
Designed and bred corrupted,
this madman holds no bounds,
from the stopping of the Medicaid,
to the boots on foreign ground.
A Power-hungry villain,
whose blood runs black as ice, portrays the homeland killing,
through the tightening of the vice.
Asylum seeks no sanctuary,
for brothers, sisters and kin,
are made to pay the price,
by the colour of their skin.
Yet he hides behind his tarrifs,
his beady eyes aware,
that he mocks the constitution,
all without a care.
He wants to build a ballroom,
big, beautiful and bold,
to Trump you're just a chess piece,
all in his pursuit of gold.
He went and bombed Iran,
a country made of war,
as Trumps organic delusions,
lay rotten to the core.
So ask yourself the question,
Oh why did he attack?
to stop invisible nukes!
or get Geoffrey off his back.
His views like that of Hitler,
as arian as they come,
as this joker plays his pieces,
the constitution comes undone.
Paddy Mullen 17.03.26
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PaddyMullen (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I feel this and it lights old embers into a flame and wonder when will the fuel run out. Well written
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