To Donald Trump Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

The sun abruptly her duty left,
Accompanied her was the yawning cleft.
The sea outrageously halted at these;
Thinking Perhaps nature had poineered a folly that must be fixed.
The sycamore and the fig,
Coupled with the leprous cedar and the fir.
The jealous wind accompanied by the hay:
One whose regalia compliment the day.
The heavens, lyre and harps did task,
Celestials along with them your praises hark!
Joyful glows and light girded were they in,
Glottis opened like the hungry red sea:
America to be tossed to most delightful space,
All Cried "TRUMP, the man of our race!