Protest (a poem)

30 Jan

Protest (a poem) by Ray Daley.

If you’re having to protest every other weekend,
And your Leader’s breaking laws only Gods could mend.

It’s time to realize you’re no longer free,
And this land isn’t your land, or a safe place to be.

When the Lady gave light to the huddled masses,
People never cared about different classes.

Muslim bans and a wall, Brought to you by the Donald,
Don’t need Golden Arches to see he’s a clown, like Ronald.

So if you really care about Freedom Of Speech.
You don’t need a clue about who to impeach.

THE END.

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