Poems about Politics

i was 8 maybe 9 he was my best friend youve herad it before the child trusts the boy

Calling out to all my brothers and sisters of different races,religion,and creed

Relevance/Final WordsWhy I’d Hate to Have to Teach Civics This Fall

And that is how it all started: Kwame Nkrumah and his diligent compatriots succeeded in'Self Government Now'—the dream of Ghana's indepen

The last prescient perspicacious politician, who presided at the White House

America - This nation will remainthe land of the free only so longas it is the home of the brave.

and let the youngbloods take the reins infusing our promised land with hope.

Planet earth (the Mother of all)breathed a collectiveand palpable sigh of relief,and I too deeply exhaled,

Whorers!

The time is near To make your choice To vote this year To add your voice November Fifth

regarding President elect Donald John Trump.

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