Save us from this calamity
Who speaks with hilarity
Take his presence from the post
Give him what he wants most
An audience of sycophants
Who gladly do the “yes” dance
The crowds of weak and spineless men
Who choose not to remember when
These tactics caused a world at war
Just who was he elected for?
He needs a golden mirror image
Never plays to the right homage –
For the people, not for him
He treats his job as just a whim
Money and gold he piles and skims
Send him on a golden boat
To a castle with a high moat
So high he cannot escape
Remove his phone and audio tapes
Let us breathe free air again
Bring back our country’s freedom reign.
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Writing Prompts
The Bag Lady 
Such strength of feeling here.
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So dark out here. It smells like fear
Music beats.
Guns on the streets
And sheets of rain keep falling
I’m looking back, along the track
From where my ghost is calling
Don’t know what it is I miss the most
Overdosed on what’s behind
The streets down here are lined with gold
I’m told there’s no more gold to find
Whatever happened to those days way back?
When the world was safe, and seemed worth saving?
The future just ignores my gaze
And from the past that ghost keeps waving
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Excellent, Mr Richmond. May I add this to my prompts post please?
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Sure
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Thank you 😊
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