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.
