Acrostic Poem

An Acrostic Poem

            -Anonymous

Born for a curse to virtue and Mankind,
Earth’s broadest realms can’t show so black a mind.
Night’s sable veil your crimes can never hide,
Each one’s so great—they glut   the historic tide.
Defunct   —your memory will live.
In all the glares that infamy   can give.
Curses of ages will attend your name.
Traitors alone will glory in your shame.

Almighty justice sternly waits to roll
Rivers of sulfur on your traitorous soul.
Nature looks back, with conscious error sad,
On such a tainted blot that she has made,
Let Hell receive you rivetted   in chains,
Damn’d to the hottest of its flames.

An acrostic poem reveals its subject in the first letters of each line.

If you guessed that this was about Trump, you only missed by 240 years.

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