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Dear President Trump

Lay me down to die

For these tears I shed speak thousands

Of the pain and suffering to come

Of the fear and uncertainty

Of the hate and anger

 

With a person so volatile leading what was once a legacy

What is now going to be a living weapon

With a person who is sporadic and unpredictable aiming it

 

Who wouldn't be scared?

Who wouldn't be livid?

Who wouldn't be living in dispair?




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this_isReal.life said...
today at 9:30 am
I am going to be completely honest with you. There is two ways people could take this poem. One, offensively. Two, they will relate and love it. I loved it. For many people, they go to sleep at night, wondering when there last night in the USA will be. Our country is not to be like this. "Home of the free"? (laughing in my head) Our country is just a shadow of what it used to be. Your poem resonates wit thousands all over, including me. Short, but so powerful and beautifully put together. I appl... (more »)
 
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