Add Murder To His Sins! Poem by Long Tooth

A man who sleeps behind the wheel
And kills someone, it's a big deal,
No clear intentto kill a child,
Still criminal! Trump drives me wild!

Abortion haters love Trump's sin,
These racists who share Satan's lair,
Love stripping child from parents care.
Mistake? They're poor, have colored skin!

Trump does not err, not carelessness,
He's traitor too, though won't confess,
His greed, at last, will bring him down,
For sane men grok Trump's just a clown.

At birth, Trump won the lottery,
It blinded him so he can't see
That evil is his Midas touch,
A Popeye fraud with no spinach.

No compass guides our ship of state,
Trump eats own children and their rhyme
With treasonous, self-serving crime!
May Justice live to seal his fate!

Though brotherhood Trump cannot serve,
May all who love Christ find His nerve!
Let's turn our backs on wanton sins
At least try brother's moccasins.


Long Tooth
December 15,2018