A rap poem about Donald Trump

I am obviously not one who posts blogs very often, but sometimes we must change as the world changes around us. The recent events in America after the inauguration of Donald Trump as president prompted me to write this rap poem. Enjoy!

This Has to Stop
The disintegration of the nation
from ocean to ocean was set in motion
when one man made his declaration
to run for the highest political temptation,
his nomination and numbing election
birthed an earthquake of disbelief and major rejection.
 
Just days after his inauguration,
there’s now a Muslim registration,
defunding of every conceivable organization,
pipelines of destruction and construction
has begun on a multi-billion dollar wall
of division.
 
He’s been met with derision,
a sea of pink visions,
every fucking executive decision
raises yet another petition,
but signatures by the millions
won’t hinder his decrees.
 
We say this has to stop now
yeah, this has to stop now, yeah
this has to stop.
 
His transactions for the good of the republic,
beat like bricks on the backs of blacks,
Latinos, Asians, and whites, who fight,
protesting the drop-kick chain reaction
of having every progressive action
by the forty-four before him
fall to the ground.
 
Climate change no longer exists under this administration,
it consists of the twisted lies of scientists,
of particles and parts per million
and a lexicon of complexities
too intricate for him to comprehend,
because Make America Great Again
is the easiest message for him to send.
 
Hispanic deportations are next on the agenda,
say good-bye to Mama, Papa, and Abuela,
it’ll be years of litigation, and endless frustration
while kids walk the tracks from shack to shack,
waiting for their mom to come back,
but she’ll be in jail for being a wetback.
 
We say this has to stop now
yeah, this has to stop now, yeah
this has to stop.
 
His cabinet nominations,
swamp monsters of big corporations,
are placed in positions and situations
where they’ll shake the very foundation
of our Constitution. With little regard for restitution,
they’ll force Lady Liberty into prostitution,
selling her natural resources and sacred lands
to those with the biggest wallets and tiniest hands.
 
In his gold-lined room, he reclines and relaxes,
still refusing to release his taxes,
while his henchmen swing legislative pickaxes
at equality, liberty, and justice
he smirks and watches old reruns of The Apprentice.
 
Desperation, denigration, deprivation
make the US the prime destination
for the huddled masses yearning to be free . . .
yet when they see the newly elected in DC,
spreading lies through his “real” Twitter feed,
they’ll question what kind of crazyweed
Americans have been toking
that promoted this poisonous pokeweed
into the Oval Office.
 
We’re choking on the abuses,
want progression, not excuses.
It’s time to end the subjugation,
and pussy grabbing domination . . .
Congress needs to end the desecration
of the Declaration of Independence
before something of major subsequence
occurs.
 
We say this has to stop now
yeah, this has to stop now, yeah . . .
y’all, this has to stop.