What should a country do to become great?
Drain the swamp, build the wall, or war on drugs?
When the will becomes the meal of the plate,
Its force will finish the oppressive thugs.
The sunshine of the east will only count,
If the millions of lives will live in calm.
If sentience influences the paramount,
There’ll be grace from heaven atop my palm.
But snakes live underneath reality.
They cut fewer hope that he was to bring.
They pushed humankind to mortality,
And a land who thought would be everything.
Voices of a nation push for a change,
And a leader who is keen to arrange.
Artwork by Michael D’Antuono.
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