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Ode to Trump Derangement Syndrome
O Trump Derangement, thy name we scorn,
A sickness wrought to silence minds,
A label placed to quell the born
Of thought, whose roots may tear the binds.
In wisdom's place, thou offer none—
No cure, no hope, no space for air…
For every voice who dares to run
Against thy crown, thy law, thy glare.
How sweet the word "insane" you say—
A balm for wounds, a mask for fear.
But none shal...
Saturday 22nd March 2025 6:13 am
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