He stood at the podium,
a storm wrapped in a suit,
spitting slogans like bullets
into the open wound of a nation.

Truth became a hostage.
Facts were bent,then broken.
History shook in its boots
as deceny was dragged from the room,
one tweet at a time.

He turned California dreaming
into California nightmare.
Fires burned not just in trees,
but the hope in people's eyes.
Smoke became a metaphor.

Walls rose,
but so did voices.
Children in cages.
Lies wrapped in flags.
A country gasping for air.

And still,he laughed.
The mad President,
dancing on the edge of chaos,
mistaking power for purpose,
noise for leadership,
wreckage for legacy.