Be careful of the dark swamp
oh Mister President.
Of gators neath the surface,
for they Sir, are hell bent.
To grab and pull you under
in a horrid death roll,
while masking their intentions,
and blackness of their soul.
Smiling through lying lips
with words you want to hear,
seek to get into your head
to whisper in your ear.
'We know the way you should go
so soften up your stance;
we know the ropes, follow us
your one and only chance.'
Beware the swamps dark creatures
gators, snakes and quicksand,
designed to halt your progress
then steal a Leaders stand.
Recall the words you've spoken
you heard US; we heard you.
Seek God alone for guidance
do what you said you'd do.
cheryl davis miller 12/7/16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poem.Blessings to you and All Americans.