In prison's walls, a story unfolds,
Of a man once powerful, now trapped in holds,
His reign of chaos, a chapter closed,
As fate's hand upon him firmly enfolds.
Donald Trump, a figure divisive and stark,
Whose words and actions left a lasting mark,
In the corridors of power, his name embarks,
But destiny's path led him into the dark.
From towers of gold to a confined space,
On uncertain grounds, he finds his place,
No more rallies, no more public embrace,
Now only whispers of regrets and disgrace.
In shackled moments, reflections abound,
A man once untouchable, now earthbound,
As time ticks by, a new truth is found,
That all power can crumble, without sound.
Within the prison walls, memories sink,
Of a presidency built on ego's brink,
The triumphs hailed alongside the stink,
Are now echoes lost, fading into the chink.
The walls closing in, whispers come to pass,
Of a fading power, no longer to amass,
While the world looks on, through a stained glass,
The legacy of Trump will forever surpass.
But even in darkness, hope still resides,
For justice prevails where corruption tries,
So let lessons be learned, as time abides,
That no one is beyond where the truth resides.
For in the end, a bigger tale unfolds,
Of a nation's journey, as history molds,
The rise and fall of a man once beholds,
In prison's embrace, his destiny unfolds.
In prison's walls, a story unfolds, br Of a man on... (
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