Donald Trump Poem Poem by ndidzulafhi munyai patric

Blood of Iranian kids.
Their voices are still chasing me.
Still beating my ears non stop.
'Dad, mom help help help...
Within five seconds their voices disappeared like a lightning.

After there I heard a coward voice.
'Who can open if I closed? '
'Let me decorate myself with this fresh blood '
'I won, am done drinking fresh blood '
' Am still enjoying swimming in this blood river '
' I will stop this blood rain when I feel it in my bones '

Yesterday I didn't sleep,
due to my newborn dreaming the whole night calling Donald trump name.
' Donald trump spare me,
I didn't do anything anything '.