American scenery,
in a thousand miles, the soldiers are crazy,
ten thousands of miles of blood floating.
Overlook inside and outside the White House,
everyone else is jittery,
all escape at once,
the state up and down.
Want to die by self,
without a mask,
with the virus, want to match strength.
It must be sunny,
looking at the continuous graves,
they are more enchanting.
The president did so evilly,
countless old Americans’ waists have been broken by his leading.
Pity Ford and Reagan,
they lost literary talent;
Clinton and Obama
worse coquettish;
A generation of birdmen,
old Bush and his son,
both became big sand sculptures.
It's all gone,
counting the crazy personages,
Trump is the highest!