The President Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The president

What can we expect of,
-the heir to Frederick?
- (He was a great pimp!)

"Trump" is true son
-to man who in "Gold Rush"
-settled, found footstep
-in north of Canada;
- (in city of Dawson)
-harvested lot of wealth
-and fathered son "Donald".

This is the fortune that
-has led son to Dark-House!

Donald is real son
-to father who killed sun
-in lives of girls, women
-in need, working men
- (in Moonlight and Sunlight
-all around the clock…)

Dad trapped the women
-he managed brothel …

Brothel!
Brothel!
Brothel!

Judgment is far harder
-on son of "Whores'-Master"
-who follows father's way
-with young girls as pageants.

Son worked with media
- "Faked-News", advertised
-for showing pageants, gals.

Father, son, did same thing
-sold bodies of ladies…
- (To mankind it is shame!)

Shame! Shame! Shame!
Shame! Shame! Shame!

Their way to make fortune
-has remained all the same;
- (lie, steal and abuse
-the needy, hardworking.)

Bullies are brutal; faith to them is a filth.
Blood of shelter-less is food of vampires.
Liar is a fox in sneaking, a wolf in stealing!

Poor are we, world, nations
-to be caught, enslaved…
-by Trump's examples!

They grow among us
-as cancer tumors;
-are nothing but virus…

Pharmacists and doctors
-please make the vaccine
-send microbe into bin;
-kill this germ and save us.

Time has shown that many
-make fortune and money
-by cheating and lying…

Rockefeller, Python's head,
-dealt in oil and weapons
-just to add to his wealth;
-he cared-less for people!
- (Chaco-War is sample!)

Those who sell others for
-making wealth and fortune
-are nothing but virus…

Hey doctors, good people
-please come together
-dress wound, disinfect.