REQUIEM FOR A PROCURATOR
REQUIEM FOR A PROCURATOR (Donald Trump Rides Again )
A horrible fellow! With a prickly beard full of malice Jack Smith.
Held the law hostage! With no justification for his conformations.
Jack’s agenda was a hidden vendetta! The law is his weapon of choice.
How savagely he fought! Trying to crucify the incomparable Trump.
Through it all Trump would not fall! at the hands of old Jack Smith.
What a vile fellow season with salt and pepper! Sipping on his prey.
Who knows his thoughts wicked! Something wicked this here comes.
Verse Two
Trump up charges! He acclimated with a callus to continue a witch hunt.
And for a while, he stood tall! While his worshiping colleagues cheered him on.
All Silent voices waited for Donald’s fall! Everyone waited for the beast to fall.
Confound it man no one came to his defense! Yes, they all knew it was a scam.
Anticipation corrupt prosecutor! Old Jack Smith huffs and puffs for Trump blood.
He is thinking of making a big name for himself! Plotted and muttered his white lies.
Jack's aggression was pure malpractice! An abomination that absolutely could not fly.
Verse Three
Like a Lamb to the slaughter! Jack tasted blood seeking Trump’s pound of flesh.
Smith held on to deception! That sure made him a sensation, a poor fellow indeed.
How could he know the citizens were blue? With his false charges, they all knew.
After the Citizen had spoken! Old Jack Smith was broken and left holding the bag.
Emerging from the dust on a plain white horse! Rode a victorious Donald J Trump.
The people had spoken, and a clear revolution had awoken! And now all hell broke loose.
Old Jack Smith gave up the fight! And call out in disbelief, that his strategy had backfired.
No praises Here but a dark requiem! for one called Jack Smith the biggest fool of the year.
His desire for glory! Consumed him never to be situated, in the circles of truth and justice.
Into The Mist Madd Poetry Volume 9. And Donald Rides Again
Kenvil Atkins Lewis for Kenvil Poetry Oasis / Raw Energy.
