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Make America Great Again

With a dictator and fascism 

We choose hatred over empathy 

Just to protect our weaponry

So screw Trans right and wildlife

When the echoes of voices have softened their sound,
And the campaign signs come down from the ground,
We’re left in the quiet, in the soft light of dawn,
To mend what is fractured, to carry on.

34

An even number

A prime number

2

17 times

I can't count it on one hand

Not on two

Not even with my toes

And with a list of 34 felonies

We still elect

Him

A convicted felon

Today felt the same as yesterday.   
Nothing changed 
But there was a silence 
That echoed in the voices 
I heard. 

Today felt as if nothing changed.  
I got up, brushed my teeth,