RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP
The Ugly American
The ugly American has come to pass
We know his name and number
We hope his reign will not last
The dream is in a slumber
It seems we don’t like anyone
Who isn’t white and wealthy
Until this wave is finally done
Our nation is not healthy
We’ve fallen to the right extreme
The ones who do not care
They never liked the fabled dream
To them it seems unfair
That whites are not the ruling class
All others get in line
Money is the only pass
To drink the finest wine
We are the world’s worst nightmare
Until that distant day
When the light of reason fills the air
And this one goes away
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