– on Donald Trump’s visit to the United Kingdom
And in the heat of summer time
Walking by England’s fountains seen
A man who thought he was a God
And King of England’s pastures green
We did not countenance his crime
Drew lines upon our crowded hills
And sang Jerusalem, Trump is here
Among us – dark Satanic chills
Bring me balloons of tan and gold
Bring me cartoons and bold satire
Bring tea and beer; Oh, clowns untold!
Bring me the jokes that will not tire!
I will bring cheese to fuel the fight
Or something silly in my hand
This isn’t Trump’s Jerusalem
And we don’t want him in our land
© Gail Foster 12th July 2018
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Preach! Love this!
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