Donald Trump, Thy Stage is Set by the Quillmatic Bardinator
Verily, the stage is set for a grand affair,
Where once a ruler stood, now stands a man
Donald Trump, whose fate hangs in the air,
His deeds and words, a tempest in the span.
The court, a theater of justice and strife,
Where lawyers spar with eloquence and guile,
Their arguments like daggers, seeking life,
Or perhaps, the fall of one who wore power’s smile.
He pleads not guilty, as the charges mount,
Conspiracy, obstruction, and the right to vote,
A tapestry of felonies, a tangled fount,
Where truth and falsehood in a dance remote.
Yet, like a king who once held scepter high,
Trump faces judgment—will he soar or die?
©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
