How did we arrive on this vile path
Where fiction and fantasy meet?
Justified in spewing their putrid rath
In droves before our feet.
They peddle not, in truth tis true
But little this seems to matter.
Sooner or later this stance they’ll rue
Once their illusions are shattered.
Never shall I understand the blind allure
Of a pompous and childish ass.
To lead the free world with temperament sure
There’s no room for any morass.
Dark are the days ahead for us, a once great and powerful nation.
For empires become superfluous, with righteous indignation.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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