Donald Trump has slammed the door
on families that had to flee
from zealots who perverted faith
and turned them into refugees.
He made a list of seven lands
where free will's treated as a sin.
Their people flee to squalid camps
until a new land lets them in.
But Donald Trump has made it clear;
he hates on basis of belief.
He's stoking ignorance and fear,
inspiring terrorism's grief.
These refugees have nothing left
but hope and will to work so hard
to build a free and better life,
but now they've been locked out and barred.
What of the Muslims in the states
who patriotically defended
the land whose leader now spews hate?
Is all their hope and love now ended?
Someday, if karma catches Trump,
he'll lose it all and have to flee.
Let him experience, first-hand,
the tears of the refugee.
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