We warned you of Trump and the horrors that awaited in this new America,

But you brushed aside our cries, indifferent to the looming danger.

The tangerine peeled back his layers, revealing a rotten core,

Yet you drank his juice, blinded by its sweetness, unable to see the decay.

You should be beaming with pride as he takes his seat in the Capitol,

Where he now delivers capital punishment to the very immigrants who harvest your oranges.

Now you lie in the bed you made - without the helping hands once there to shape it -

As you bemoan a life diminished, with security and medicine stripped from your frail body.

A foreboding darkness descends upon the patriots who chose the orange tyrant,

Yet still, they refuse to hear the echoing truth: You voted for this.