cheryl davis miller
The Reaping - Poem by cheryl davis miller
You know how I hate socialists
and yet I simply must say;
I'd vote for Bernie far before
I would vote for Hillary.
That certain communistic life
at this time scares me far less.
Then Benghazi's witch as president
in all of her evilness.
She lied and blamed a video
when she knew it was not so.
Fourty years of her's quite enough.
that witch has just got to go.
Now she tries to lay the blame of
Benghazi upon those slain.
With downcast eyes she answers as
innocence she tries to feign.
May four shadows haunt your dreams dear
and your hair turn white as snow.
May you share in others sorrow
and lose to Bernie or Joe.
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