Early morning, mind wanting to write poetry first thing,
obliging always, for it gives great pleasure in doing so.
Wondering, curious how this day is going to turn out and
if everything will be alright with the world.
Wondering how Trump is doing, knowing that Hillary is not
doing well at all.
Hoping she will stop and think, for she's unfit to be our
president in every single aspect, that's why she lost also.
She has no morals, ethics or values at all, she is everything
the United States doesn't need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem