Your VoteA Poem by butterflyIs this the way it felt when Hitler came to power I feel I am witnessing the USA at its darkest hour You may have gotten cheap gas Is it the price of women's freedom thrown out the ceiling's unbroken glass is the invisibility of women the price to ever last here in the land where dreams came true? My mama said she didnt even know what Vance looked like my married lover I am sorry your girl didn't win Who are these people I thought I knew They are the United States of Trump This USA isn't the rest of us They say we hope now we can unite that we will come together be kind but how can I forget their jokes so racist How can I forget their careless ways of dismissing childless cat ladies Saying now she can go back to being Indian We hear the jokes do you see your mixed friends feeling the loss of hope are you proud of your vote what have you done you dont even know heartbroken without hope I look out the window and see the miserable cold awaiting its 4 year hold they all bask and gloat over the days of gold what have you done do you know hope you are proud of your vote
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Added on November 7, 2024 Last Updated on November 7, 2024 Author
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