Trumpian FUBAR

Oh you oranged haired ogre, leader of the coup, this seditious activity can only be attributed to you

Ignite, inflame, incite, rallying up your sycophants to fight, as they breech and occupy the capital building into the night

Lawless white folks with long guns broken down in their back packs with thirty and forty round magazines stacked

Oh say can you see, the blood shed that would be, if Blacks stormed a government building with I'll conceived contempt

The police forces would attack with impunity, never to relent until much blood and cartridges have been spent

Trump and his ilk are hard at work KEEPING
amerIKKKa GREAT
Stay tuned for more news and
More rhymes at eleven

By,
Habib Abu Lateef
©2021




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Trumpian FUBAR