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Trump takes the stage, a
second reign begun.
Surviving the assassin's lead, a new dynasty is spun.
He crowns himself a king, ten thousand nations bow.
Leading the whole wide world—yet two short years allow.
Backward steps, perverse
decrees, the global jeer.
Rigging the stock market, through favor and through fear.
Funneling wealth and spoils, crypto-coins take flight.
Selling his own branded goods, profiting day and night.
Family corruption grows,
endless and supreme.
Secretly aiding Putin's hand, bullying Zelensky's dream.
Assisting Russia's iron march, oppressing neighbors near.
Withdrawing from the NATO pact, plunging Europe into fear.
Imposing heavy tariffs,
the global wrath is ignited.
Targeting foreign lands, with maximum pressure short-sighted.
Bullying the weak and small, treaties beneath the sword.
Exports plummet fast, a self-inflicted harm restored.
Nowhere to lodge
complaints, no tears left to be shed.
America’s most loyal friends: "Why strike your brothers dead?"
The trade war ends in ash, rare earths are restricted tight.
Bowing low to absolute power, bending knees in the night.
The war on Persia
flares, the Middle East is lost.
The vital straits are blocked, oil prices bear the cost.
Iran stands unbowed, fighting without a bound.
The allies in the desert sands are beaten to the ground.
Unable to save himself,
he casts them to the wind.
Withdrawing from the burning war, deserting friends chagrined.
Chaos in the Persian Gulf, abandoned from the start.
The domestic economy fades, breaking the nation's heart.
A hundred goods grow
dear, hard to keep alive.
The price of oil climbs, by many folds to thrive.
Cracking down on migrants, extreme right-wing decree.
Appointing sycophants and kin, despised by the majority.
Swallowing Canada and
Mexico, betraying brothers bold.
Proclaiming himself a Pope, a logic dead and cold.
Such countless crimes like these, too heavy for the pen.
Heaven’s wrath, earth’s grief, the anger of all men!
The tyrant must be
slain, the people's spirit shall rise.
Only two short years remain, trapped by his own lies.
Impeachment is decreed, no reckoning can he flee.
Bound in iron chains, jailed by history’s decree!
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