Trump calls every stark fact a hoax
He gathers his facts and figures from fox
Teeming vacancies with friends and relatives
On his failures he blames soliloquy sedatives
Which he regurgitates in intemperate tweets
That on innocent black tongues won't wet sweets
When from truth a bully runs
Embraces the bite and might of guns
While a mounting covid 19 catastrophe to him counts for nothing
As America records numerous deaths and heaths that mean everything
More important than the venom Trump pours
At times when the cry of a cherubish child roars
In an African American family
Reeling from a folly's homily
That selective amnesia pushes to the top
While covid 19 deaths he can't and won't stop
In tow with police brutality
That condones fickle fatality
Flying in the face of trigger happiness
Resulting the madness of gun snappiness
The bully in a hurry praises
While a soiled hand he raises
Conveniently, truth he dumps into dustbins
As his psyche sinks and dinks in seas of sins
While Jacob Blake's family hurts
In the latest shooting Trump's mouth blurts
As if American lives weigh cheap
In Trump's world where tweets whip.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow excellent political poem, that I doubt our president could even comprehend.