Trump = hate

Im sorry if you cant relate.
I swear to you this man promotes hate.
If you do not believe me attend a rally.
Just sit there, dont speak, dont be rowdy.
Listen.
Listen to what they are really saying.
This isnt sain.
Please listen.
He stands there in his mighty glory
But hes not the villan of this story.
We are.
We the people.
Who hate each other for the color of our skin.
We let it seperate us when it should be a reason to celebrate.
White, aftrican american, indian...
Does it really matter?
It shouldnt it shouldnt.
We let the idea of money and power get to our heads.

But there are children out there who dont have enough to buy a decent bed.

Mr.trump.

Theres just so much i want to say.
I could throw insults, offend the way you talk, your ideas, the manner in which you present yourself.
But that would only make me just like you.
No i will not.
I will not.

You have no clue.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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Hannah_McKenzie

YEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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