The Corrupt President
The man who sang made a country.
It was a special place.
Away from brutality and tyranny.
For freedom and liberty.
But it was taken away from him.
It was his place. For his people.
The place is gone now.
Destroyed by him because it ruined him.
The thought of someone else having it.
“If I can’t have it, no one can!” he yelled.
And he pressed the button.
The button of destruction.
Then dying at the hands of his father.
Begging to be killed along with his land.
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