Donnie

340 million souls,

If you push them, Donnie,

A few of the crazies 

Will explode,

But,

Can you see that from your throne? . . .

340 million souls,

Yet, so many of us are alone.

If you divide us, Donnie,

This place will stop feeling like home.

340 million souls,

Most just doing what they’re told.

You called 170 million of them snowflakes, Donnie.

But now they grow restless and bold.

Your plan feels half-baked,

Or like a calculated mistake . . .

340 million souls,

I'd love to see this country change,

Before I get too old.

I'd love to see love,

And not feel the tension in the air,

As if rage has been caged in-between our borders.

You yell at us, Donnie,

Demanding your idea of order.

Will you continue to poke and prod,

As our country implodes?

Your methods have been exposed.

The desperate narcissists,

Clinging to money and fame,

Before he gets too old.

Your antagonizing ways are there to blame

For the violence on this grand stage.

Grow up, Donnie,

Before it's too late . . .

And the rest of,

Let's admit our mistake.

This isn't worth

A few bucks in the bank.

No, not when there are 340 million souls at stake.

-CH 9/20/25