By: Cedric McClester

When you look at the man’s
Posture and his jargon
It’s clear to me, don’t cha see? that we
Had entered into a Faustian bargain
And if I may be so bold
The world did behold
That we lost our soul
To the allure of fool’s gold

So the logical deduction
For this deconstruction
Is that a change had to come,
Cuz he left us feeling numb
By representing the some
Instead of the many
See I would  be rich if I had a penny
For every time I asked, how can he?

How  can he, treat us
With such blatant disrespect?
When he was elected
To serve and protect
All of the people
Of the United States
Not just his acolytes
But also those he underates

The devil will promise you
Untold delight
If you’ll only abandon
What you know to be right
He makes everything
Seem sunny and bright
And many a fool
Has taken him light






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