His Supporters

R Randy McClave Randy McClave
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He called them all lying reporters The ones who gave their lives for the news, Draft dodging, cowardice walks in his shoes, Proud still are his supporters. His soul and patriotism was sold at a price His followers have become vile creatures, Homemakers, lawyers, laborers and teachers, All though to many, he is the Antichrist. He denounced the great USA Then he retorted with his brags and lies, Lady liberty once again cries, His supporters still give him their praise. He pushed for tax breaks for the wealthy In turn they hoarded up all their cash, Their soul and honor and Christianity does not clash, Now, they too are sinister and stealthy. He complains that others don't pay their fair share Whereas he bragged at never paying his own taxes, His workers are always cheated, or given the axes, His supporters still don't care. Our way of life in the USA is gone As the poor, the elderly and the needy are mocked, Against truth and righteousness his supporters have flocked, And over there, grins greedy Don. The presidential election was a hack Russia placed in office the person who was elected, Trump supporters are blind, brainwashed and elated, If you see a trump supporter, do not turn your back. Randy L. McClave

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