In God we trust . . . Who's belly is : green. In greed called : lust We claim our dreams. For fun we kill And for more we beg, And stil we steal Our fellowes lands. Been proudly raised By Our founding's hands Who's soul was glazed In Holy plans . . . At least we see How far they've got : Kennedy's gone - But they've got: Trump!?
L’Ambrus 1703 2020