Trump’s America: sad, sad, sad. The horrors are quickly coming to a head. After three and a half ugly years, See where his failure to guide us has led.
What have we heard over and over-- Hateful rhetoric, thousands of lies? Democratic values to him Are merely something to pulverize.
Accountability: what's that? He's fought it every inch of the way. His low and demeaning attacks on our freedoms Were bound to blow up in our faces one day.
"What can I do to rally my base?" He wonders. "Be as obnoxious as ever. I can do whatever I want; I just have to pull the right lever."
To unify the country? No way! That hasn't been a part of his plan. We've seen what happens when people elect A president who's a shifty con man.
His groveling toadies in Congress have lost Any integrity they might have had. Their cowardly actions have shown us that if Trump is toxic, they're just as bad.
"A fish rots from the head down." We often hear that said, I know. But with all that is happening here, The old expression is so apropos.
A virus spreads; people are dying. To Donald Trump, Wall Street comes first. It's all about attention and money For which he has an unquenchable thirst.
We know where his loyalties lie, And it's NOT with us common people, for sure. Beneath his pompous bluster lies A man who's weak and insecure.
Come November we have to decide: Do we give the tyrant the boot, Or do we allow him to bring the country Into greater disrepute?