The Donald does not

make us great -

America makes us great

He played distortion

with his proclamations,

said it often enough

to lead the sheep -

but promises won’t keep,

his words twisted pretzels

of segregation and racism,

disdain and narcissism.

Waterboard away, I say

but try it on yourself, first!

Do you see him, now, or

is his true meaning hidden?

America’s brains spun in webs

of spidered lies and promises.

The coming of Trump

is not coming of Christ

although he rides on an ass

to “save the nation”.

His ‘divine intervention’

of fears and divisiveness

will build a fence

around himself

and keep us out

women, blacks,

Hispanics, babies

(they cry too much).

But, please, let

the bimbos in

for Donald to accost!

Don’t tax the rich

let the poor eat cake!

The emperor dons new clothes

what I see is naked and barren

The real Donald Trump is

yet to be seen and I tremble

as I await his tricks in

America’s unknown future.

My house was perfect,

Mother told me “Khadijah,

My dear, don’t worry, we’ll be back;

My dear, bring your backpack.

Must know, ‘this storm will pass.’”

Mistake of mine perhaps,

Mine, for only seeing a half empty glass.

The doors keep closing,

Tell me mother, who won’t accept us?

“The Golden King.”

That’s ok, one more day

That we have nowhere to stay.

Thank you so much,

Mr Trump.

As I know how you see us,

As just numbers.

Thank you for your brainless brightness.

We’re numbers,

But we are countless.

I know how you see yourself, as the number 1,

So I’ll be number two,

But I can see your view

Of the red, white and blue.

Not taking the blue of our lives,

Shedding the red of our blood,

And keeping the white;

As “the truth stands out clear from error.”

And with respect Mr Trump,

Can I ask you:

“What is (wrong) with you?

Why do you not help each other?”

But aid the border?

We’re desperate, me and mother.

Accept us and we’ll accept what you say,

“We hear and we obey…”

But you won’t accept us,

And they won’t accept you:

“Not my president.”

كَذَٰلِكَ زَيَّنَّا لِكُلِّ أُمَّةٍ عَمَلَهُمْ

I won’t enter the Freeland.

As America needs to be Great,

Without me.