Like the slithering snake of Chinese fame,
Manifest fear of terrors that lie beyond;
All along our sun-scorched desert shall stand
An enormous wall (with a door). And all
Will be imprisoned, those who go around.
Donald Trump! built this wall, but didn't pay.
No bienvenidos. From Gulf to Coast,
Lies the erection of a Man who totally isn't compensating.
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"Keep, foreign lands, your people" cries he
With large hands. "Don't give us your refugees,
Your huddled masses, yearning to be free.
Those rapists and murderers filling you,
Keep them, they are terrorists waiting to
kill us. Be Warned: If you do, we have guns."
Maybe he can tear off that other pesky poem, that welcomes all people into America, from the Statue of Liberty.
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