When he makes the rounds, the lunatics jump,
Curse, rant, fume in horror and rave,
Yelling f*ck you at President Trump,
While he walks out undaunted and brave.
They tie him to racism, the Nazis, the clan,
They try every trick in the book-
That Russian colluder, that callous old man
Who dissed gold star parents turned crooks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem