Questions I'd Ask (Trump Hate)

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As I am here, reading news on social media, I become extremely frustrated. This poem might be a little risky, as I am aware I might be criticizing some people's beliefs, but know that I respect you and your freedom of speech. I hope that you respect mine, as this comes from a place of frustration and anger, and fear, and confusion, and sadness. The poem speaks for itself so I will let you be the judge.

Submitted: June 03, 2017

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“Questions I’d Ask” (Trump Hate)
 

Every time that I turn on the TV,
I see what’s becoming of the Land of the Free,
How all the progress we made eight years ago,
Has turn into such a bad reality show.

We elected the first black President and sang a hopeful tune;
Eight years later and we choose this big buffoon.
And as I stand here in disbelief,
I think of all the questions I’d ask the current Commander in Chief.

When did it become legal to openly hate?
Do you think it’s funny to play with the country’s fate?
Each day lives are taken by the brutal police,
What are you going to do to in order to bring back peace?

What about the environment, Mr. President?
Lands are dying and you’re not willing to spend a single cent.
This is real; Global Warming is real sir,
Does that mean anything to you? Or is it all a blur?

Are you planning to take away my rights?
Love won in 2015 and that was a fair fight,
Will I be able to soon marry the love of my life?
Or will you ban every union that’s not husband and wife?

I am tired sir; I am tired of living in fear,
By you continuously stacking enemies the rest of this year.
Every country is slowly turning their backs on us, sir,
And you act like you don’t care if you’re causing a global stir.

At night before I go to bed I turn on the TV;
Can’t believe this is what’s becoming of the Land of the Free.
And as I stand here in disbelief,
I think of all the questions I’d ask the current Commander in Chief.

Doesn’t matter, as he’ll never care;
People are suffering, and it hardly seems fair.
But where I come from we believe in a better fate,
And I was taught that love will always trump hate


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