7. Ode to Donald Trump
By JH Sayyar
1
Cease the Drums of War
O Trump, whose name like lightning rolls,
Through citadels of crowded polls
Thy voice hath stirred the winds of fate,
Now let it still the jaws of hate.
Thou builder bold of golden towers,
Who danced through tempest, storm and hours
Where red hats rose and banners flew,
A nation's gaze was fixed on you.
2
The sword grows dull, the cannon cries
Too long we've watched the orphaned skies.
Now raise, O Chief, with silvery tongue,
And bid the battle hymn be unsung.
Let not the youth be sent to bleed,
For vanity or war-lord’s greed
The world is cracked, the soil is sore
O raise thy hand, and cry: “No more!”
3
Speak not of might with iron breath,
But light the lamp to halt cold death.
Your foes may jeer, your friends may doubt,
Yet peace shall echo louder shout.
Send tweets not thunder, build not walls
Of steel, but peace in gilded halls
Let history turn and pen thy name
Not clothed in wrath, but crowned with flame
4
A fire of hope, not bombs that fall,
A voice that dared to heed the call
So stand, not as the hawk, but dove
And lead this world to peace and love.
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