If he was a better person
we would not live in fear,
if he was kinder we would
live in hope,
if he was brighter
we would be confident,
if he was not president
the world would not end.
There are too many what ifs
for us to make sense,
of a world where insanity
is truth everyday,
eaten with cereal and
your news with toast,
serial mania and
presidential boasts.
The drones will fly
where ever he decrees,
friends and enemies will
come to see,
the final flash of death
as fire rains down,
your last sight that of
a manic grinning clown.
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