A thousand days as President;
A thousand days in power.
A thousand days of sorrow;
A thousand troubles, by the hour.
A thousand dreams are lost to promise,
Built on a thousand lies.
A thousand farms go under;
As a thousand rivers die.
A thousand foes, they wait in line;
To rob us of what’s free;
As you preach a thousand reasons,
Why we don’t want Liberty.
A thousand pictures taken
Shaking hands with Communists;
And a journalist, dismembered,
Because a fool insists.
And with a thousand reasons, more:
You lie the media’s to blame;
And in those 1,000 lies you’ve given,
You’re absent any shame.
And those thousand tweets on Twitter,
Where you play victim to the facts?
You hold a Sharpie, cocked and loaded,
Preparing to redact.
And in your thousand days of insults
To those who disagree?
We witness all your cowardice,
As you shake down family trees;
Of ten-thousand children at the borders,
Held because you want a thousand walls:
Walls to build around our country;
And to monitor our halls.
You threw aside a thousand allies;
Sold out a thousand troops;
Led a thousand lambs to slaughter;
With mothers weeping on their stoops.
Another thousand days of crime;
Congress silent like the lambs;
Our Constitution shudders;
But it holds up to your shams.
A thousand calls to civil war:
With a thousand ways to charm
The NRA–and what they stand for–
And what they dare to sell for harm.
And what you find legitimate,
Is a thousand ways to die:
For what’s shot on Fifth Avenue,
Doesn’t need an alibi.
There’s a thousand words for criminal;
A grifter or a thief;
A President who’s dirty;
But I will keep it brief…
We don’t need a thousand articles
To prove you’ve done us wrong.
You’ve left us bare and naked,
With your swamp-filled drinking song.
So as you slice and dice America?
To leave another thousand scars?
We’ll cast our votes, a thousand-fold;
To see you behind bars.
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