Lived a woman named Kamala

In the land of dreams where ambitions soar, Lived a woman named Kamala,

craving more. She sought the highest office, the seat of power, But her ideas were as wilted as a dying flower. She stood on stages, with a practiced smile, But her speeches were hollow,

lacking style. No vision, no plans, just empty words, Her promises flitting like fleeting birds. She claimed to have wisdom,

insight, and grace, But truth was a stranger

she couldn't embrace. She twisted facts, turned night into day, Hoping her LIES would pave the way. "America's broken," she'd often declare, Yet offered no solutions, just more hot air. She’d belittle the land that gave her a start, And despise its spirit, its beating heart. In debates, she would falter, dodging every question, With rehearsed deflections and vague suggestions. When challenged, she’d scoff, with a mocking tone, Treating her followers as fools, all alone. But the people could see thru the guise she wore, For intelligence, it seemed, she did ignore. She’d speak in circles, offer no clues, And her hatred for the country was clear in her views. She rode on rhetoric, lofty and grand, Yet the foundation was built on sinking sand. No ideas, no policies, just disdain and pride, A candidate with nothing to offer inside. Her critics would ask, "What do you stand for?" But Kamala would dodge, leaving them sore. For in truth, she had nothing, just an empty shell, And in her wake, only distrust would swell. She'd laugh at the masses, calling them blind, Thinking her lies were one of a kind. But the nation knew better, it saw the truth, That Kamala was not fit to lead the youth. In the end, her dreams would fade away, For the people desired a brighter day. They need A leader to get them over the bumps A man with heart & soul, His name is Trump So Kamala will vanish, just a name in the past, A reminder that truth and vision must last. For lies and hate will never suffice, In the land of the free, where freedom's the price.