Preying on the Poor

When your enemy is the poor
Your enemy is yourself
You cannot suppose it's right
To care only about oneself

When you try to make political hay
By denouncing migrant folk
You compassion and reason
Are all full of smoke

Trump campaigns
On getting rid of the migrants
Such audacity, at best
Lies in the heart of tyrants

Vote for him, if you will
But it shows you don't care for the poor
And if our nation lacks values
We're rodden to the core