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“”Fact” is dead and “I heard ” took over this shore.” Impeach Trump?

The flies hover round, humming a dinner song. 
The smell is marvelous, and taste builds a throng.

Rigor mortis holds their feast in place like pebbles
Laid round hand-decorated ceramic on tables:

Once, he moved around and guided with orders,
To sway his country good and keep its borders.

Then, HE decided. Not anymore, no, no more.
"Fact" is dead and "I heard " took over this shore.

And suddenly judging a presumptuous bribe
Is wiser than doing so for an actual bribe diatribe

(c) nyonglema

By nyonglema

I love to write to inspire, to salvage and to heal. I believe there's power in word and language that can cure all the ills which take away human love an life. Keep reading, you'll find yourself.

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