Let Trump fire
Guns at Fort Knox
Summon the dead
With such promise
Of God's Judgement
Let gold bullion melt
And pave bloodied streets
Let sweat of miners
Be so damn pungent
That Trump so vomits
To sicken his soul
Wow! Pragmatic expression! Beautifully penned my friend.........10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
won't I weep more won't I come through this aristocratic lane won't I wear the civilized dress just I want back my dropped b.l.o.o.d for necessary rights…../// quite satirical poem// beautiful