Donald Trump - A Poem

In a tower tall, he made his claim,  

A brash facade, a self-made name,  

With words like daggers, he took the stage,  

A tempest brewed, a burning rage.  

Promises danced on the tip of his tongue,  

Yet truth was a song he never sung.  

Dividing the hearts with his pointed tweets,  

A chorus of chaos, where kindness retreats.  

Walls he envisioned, both high and wide,  

But bridges of understanding, he cast aside.  

With every rally, a fervor ignites,  

Yet shadows of doubt cloud the brightest lights.  

The fabric of unity frayed at the seams,  

As he spun his tales, dismissed our dreams.  

For hope is a garden, meant to be sown,  

Not a battlefield where we stand alone.  

So let us rise, with voices strong,  

To heal the wounds that have lingered long.  

In a world that’s fractured, let love be our guide,  

For together we stand, and together we’ll rise.