I made a lengthy poem for everyone who is in Minneapolis fighting against this evil

“The Coldest Revolution”

The coldest revolution

Started with a scheme;

Make America Great Again

The illusory scheme

A child going home from school

Being used as bait;

To kidnap his father

Not knowing his fate

A mother with a Good heart

Gunned down and left to die

A boy will ask “where’s mommy?”

Her widow will then begin to cry

A man risked his life

To save a woman from persecution

Unfortunately for him

We watched his public execution

I’m watching from afar

With the heaviest of tears

Seeing people die and snatched away

I start living in fear

The people cheering on

What’s happening in Minneapolis

Wears a cross and quotes the Bible

That seems like a sacrilege

Meanwhile I feel so worthless

Am I truly a savior

Contemplating suicide

For my worthless behavior

Then I realized

That his time has almost come

The scum is gonna rot away

And it calmed me down some

Living out of spite

And to honor the fallen

Their fighting a losing battle

So I’m here still crawling

When he kicks the bucket

America will cheer

Celebrating the end

Of Trump’s reign of fear!

Sorry if this is extremely corny and lame, but I wanted to use my gifts to show my support and appreciation for the fight Minnesota is winning ❤️💖