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Jan 2020
By: Cedric McClester

Hope the lock on Trump’s door
Is a double bolt
It won’t take much more
To stir up a revolt
Which isn’t helped
By the fact he’s a dolt
Who’s badly in need of
An electric jolt

Hope his living quarters
Are secure
Because the generals are coming for him
That’s for sure
And they have a reason
Not to ignore
The fact he’s steadily beating
The drums of war

Hope the President has
A good escape plan
Because it’s clear to one and all
Things are getting out of hand
He’s trying to start a war
With ancient Iran
Comforted by the notion
That he believes he can

Hope America’s dictator’s thinking
Long and hard
About  World War Three
Which he’s about to start
Just to prove to us
That he has rare heart
See he’s prepared to take us
To ‘til death do us part
















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2020.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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