The winner wins, the loser loses
he who wins is the President;
the race was tough
but his self-confidence was enough;
he did it again and he won:
with the magic in his words
with the simplicity in his style
he was destined to win.
He will now be the President once again
and the world will stand with an ovation;
as those who cherish patriotism
will see it in his tough shoulders;
as here is the man who walked
and talked his speeches with a promise
that he will make America great again.
And as they believed in him
they voted for him;
now many will salute him for his grit;
many will admire him for his grace
but world leaders will find
their friend once again to shake hands
and perhaps make this earth
a peaceful planet again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem