Donald Trump: A Poisoned Crown
He rose on lies, a gilded fraud,
A conman wrapped in faux applaud.
A bloated ego, sharp with spite,
He fed on fear and stoked the fight.
Truth was twisted, facts denied,
While grifters gathered at his side.
He mocked the weak, emboldened hate,
And dragged down every high estate.
The rule of law, he scorned and bent,
A tyrant masked as president.
His Twitter rage, a daily curse,
Each post a plunge into the worse.
He praised the strongmen, shunned the just,
Turned sacred trust to ash and dust.
No grace in loss, no truth in win,
He played the game to cheat and spin.
The children cried in border cells,
While he made deals with devils' spells.
He flailed through crisis, blind and proud,
A clown king shouting at the crowd.
With every boast, he shrank in size—
A man of bluster, fear, and lies.
Now history sharpens every pen,
To mark the damage done by men.
And though his name may stain the page,
It won't outlast the people's rage.
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