Oh what have you done to your lovely hair, streaking with insult those glorious strands ? Of God-given beauty so unaware that you've put it to death by other's hands.
Tinted with sorrow in a dying fall: your sultry darks exchanged for tainted blonde— a chemical crown, clueless overhaul; false gold, a dull glory now gone beyond.
Liberate your lustrous locks, set them free to gather grace and claim their natural right as God ordained; thus you were meant to be. But lightening streaks do terrify the night.
Now I'm gonna write An American Haiku: TRUMP 2020 !