One For Donald Trump

To all the skins that mirror the night,
All who had a cause for freedoms fight,
All with chains once strapped to their wrist,
This country does not hold you to trist.
Woe to you, whose prayers are answered from the east,
Sheep attired in clothes of beasts,
We need you to build our economy,
But to keep that secret, you swore solemnly.
Purge the land of all who kill children,
And the homosexual men and women,
They are taboos,
Fetch them from their nook,
According to the bible,
My favorite book.
We shall not speak of my hair, or the stylist,
I know the mechanism of a comb and hair mist.
This country shall thrive again,
Without you dear negro,
Death is your only bargain,
Even if your skin is close to yellow.

Lardo