The Hymn Unfinished
On the north shore of Lake Ontario dwells a man,
a fervent soul, Whose heart ignites,
whose spirits roll,
Each time a scroll from Trump’s high hand,
Descends as law upon the land.
When Donald enacts, an executive order new,
This man, with zeal, will leap to view,
He shouts with joy, his voice a flame,
Proclaiming loud the leader’s name.
He scours tomes of law and lore,
From ancient texts to modern core,
With quotes and clauses, deftly spun,
He proves the order’s right well done.
“Behold the wisdom, grand and bright!”
He cries to all, both day and night,
“This edict bears a sacred weight,
A cornerstone to make us great!”
Through every ban, each bold decree,
He finds its purpose, pure to see,
A champion of the Trumpian way,
He hails the dawn of each new day.
For in his eyes, no fault can lie,
In Trump’s commands that touch the sky,
A loyal scribe, a fervent friend,
His praise for orders knows no end.
