I stand here, in front of you,
Pale White like your constituency,
Your electoral body.
Hoping you can still lend a hand,
Lend a heart, lend a fucking brain-
To those who felt left behind by their democracy,
For who it will never be the same.
This man doesn't have your interests in mind,
Just his bottom line.
Not My President.
Don't tell me I can't use my brand of hate,
To fight his brand of hate.
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