Election Mutiny
Of trump it is wrong
To sit, think:
"People will elect him."
People want a "not him"
Tired are and worn out
Of sameness and repeat
In white house…
Americans taken side
Like wild, young
In the name of Islam
All against the repeat.
As if waves against calm
The voters hit the rocks
Of cliffs on seaside.
Mutiny, coup d'etat
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