Melania. A poem.

the victims, to speak.

Let them tell their awvful stories.

Make those powerful men shudder.

Make them look veak.

"Thank you for listening.

And now I must go."

***

No questions. No answers.

Just good bye and hello.

***

Much later that night and weary from war,

a president spoke to his country.

'Twas raw.

Forgoing news media, as is his wont,

He chose to be social. The better to taunt.

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