Our last president was the forty-fifth
Our next is to be the nineteenth
Must be new math that we don’t innerstand
As the republic is returned to our homeland

Things we were told are healthy are not
Vaccines, fluoride and a whole lot
True cures will no longer be suppressed
Health available for all to be blessed

Oh what a show we are living through
Ready for the credits to roll to Q
Time to wake up from your slumber
Take off the masks and stand up in numbers

Time to hug each other once again
And go have lunch with a friend
Let go of your fear; it is time for some fun
A brand

A brand new day with the best yet to come.

By SpiritDoctor

Copyright 2021
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Is there a word limit on posts? My poem split in three.

Our last president was the forty-fifth
Our next is to be the nineteenth
Must be new math that we don’t innerstand
As the republic is returned to our homeland

Things we were told are healthy are not
Vaccines, fluoride and a whole lot
True cures will no longer be suppressed
Health available for all to be blessed

Oh what a show we are living through
Ready for the credits to roll to Q
Time to wake up from your slumber
Take off the masks and stand up in numbers

Time to hug each other once again
And go have lunch with a friend
Let go of your fear; it is time for some fun
A brand

The world seems inside out and upside down
Such craziness for those with eyes to see
Yet some are choosing not to look
Too scary to face reality

Fake news, actors playing roles
Censored truths messing with our souls
No longer sure what is real
But the hidden will soon be revealed

Digging through comps in this war
Digital soldiers took up the cause
X22, Redpill, Frank, Charlie and more
With help from even Santa Clause

Some thought alive are dead
Others thought died are alive, it’s said
Trying to make sense of it all, heads will spin
Maybe Trump really did win

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