47th President Poem: Beast, by Vincent Carbonneau

A dirty wind across the plain
Drags scum dried in the sun
A grey veil gathers all
As pungent particles press on
Breath short, air stale
Blossoms stymied to a still
Absurd abyss, light captured
The light we long fought for
A creature in flesh adorned
Towers above the land in scorn
Blind but to its grand self
A demon up through the ages

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