RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VENEZUELA
Trump’s War
The president said his piece
He did not mention democracy
On this war it’s plain to see
Maduro is not the beast
Trump is the aggressor
He has made it very clear
He’s collecting his investors
As the dominoes fall near
As the Epstein files uncoil
This is a war of choice
A war of politics and oil
In which the people have no voice
There will be a price to pay
In both blood and reputation
By the hand that we have played
We’ve become a lawless nation
This war will haunt us through the years
It will feed our enemies fuel
We have found our own King Lear
Who proved more foolish than his fool
When it all is written down
It is a nightmare without end
To this catastrophe we’re bound
Will this wound ever mend?
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