President Trumps poem
Black Stallion by Donna Rae Lands
The black stallion comes for you.
He knows what he must do…
He’s coming into the midnight moon of blue.
Surely, he’s chasing evil with all his crew.
Just wait for our fate…He won’t be late.
On its back is the shimmering shield of Karma.
He gallops through the dying field to never harm her.
He’s traveling from the northern lights and western winds.
He is flying without even trying going around all the mountain bends.
First it was the good judge in bed.
Colorado found with a pillow on his head.
The curtains were measured with secrets untold.
Upon the tarmac-the coup de grace with all its flaws was about to unfold.
The black stallion comes for you.
He knows what he must do…
He’s coming into the midnight moon of blue.
The brown locusts acted without losing focus.
Everyone knew their quick and dirty job.
All showed up, even the news of the hob Nob.
Our hero came to save the day.
Saddled in, he lay and play… shocking them, he came to have the final say ignoring their display of hawking dismay.
They cried with all their tears and pouts.
With will and choice, they marched with tainted shouts- spilling their guts upon their destined routes.
For his metric of love, comes from God’s power above.
For this nation, he dedicates his life.
Watch out, their strife cometh carrying Judas’s knife!
Just a Lady in the wilderness writing about this, that and what not.
“Substitute ‘damn’ every time you’re inclined to write ‘very;’ your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be.”
–Mark Twain
