Ships are loaded,
airplanes are coming,
streets are blocked
and signals jammed,
supplies are not coming out.
The people are dying,
airport it’s halt.
President’s here
“You had it coming” –he said,
tossing paper towels,
those fools are cheering.
President’s here, [we are nasty]
Oh! [and lazy] political ingrates,
exodus [we are citizens] has already started.
She lost her house,
rescue is not coming.
On the soil she buried her children,
Aid is not coming,
there’s no water, no food,
nor money, she also lost her job;
of the leafless tree she hang herself.
President’s here
“You had it coming” [he said],
tossing paper towels,
those fools are cheering.
President’s here,
He’s twitting again [We can’t aid forever] -oh, he said.
he’s taking his vessel back to Westeros, “We are doing a great job!” –he mocks again.
Wanting us to plead, to suffer for food and bed,
makes him feel he’s best, you know...
President’s not here, president’s not here...
