DONE WITH MIRRORS

poem by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Nov 16, 2024

IT’S DONE WITH MIRRORS - MIRROR MASTER 
It was Donald Trump alone who paddled his canoe to shore!
It was Donald Trump alone who was crucified on the cross!
It was Donald Trump alone who was ridiculed and laughed at!
It was Donald Trump alone who dug out of the hole unscathed!
It was Donald Trump no other who fought this audacious battle!
It was Donald Trump alone who would be shunned if he did lose!
With this said who has the right to shun the people he chooses?
By thunder, it will also be no other! Than Donald Trump's cabinet.
Verse Two
Out of the eater came forth sweetness! Republicans witness it.
Wild Locus advocating divisions! to conquer inward maliciously.
The cry of the nation was adamant! They wanted change at all costs.
A change is gonna come! The old guard is dead, crushed by only one man.
A tri-facture he has is paramount! Giving way to positive future endeavors.
Devious questions are being put forth! Intention strife in the Republican division.
Waiting to exhale! Rougue media, now try to pin the tail on the donkey's back.
Verse Three
Envision the mind game! They now play, the media sensation how childish.
Contentions between the two parties! Squash has gone into the Twilight Zone.
Republicans remember Trump will fix it all! The missing ingredient is your trust.
Don’t hate this messenger! Think he indeed elevated you,  one and all now riding tall. 
Don’t be prey to divisional tactics! You are now untouchable, united under one banner.
Avoid any domino effect! Pay respect to a fighter,  the incondensable Donald Trump.
Donald's choice is mandatory! It was Donald who conquered, cherish your supporting cast.

Into the Mist Mad Poetry Volume 9, It's Done With Mirrors
Kenvil Atkins Lewis poet for Timeless Poetry and Short Stories.

 

Tags: Happy, Love, Beat, Inspirational, Hope,

 

 

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