(A hymn for Amerika) to be sung at task force briefings

I am not skilled to understand
What Trump has willed, what Trump has planned
I only know at his right hand
Is Pense who's really grand

I take him at his word and deed
He tried to save me: this I read
And in my heart I find a need.
for his great and powerful greed

That he won't leave his place on high
To let older men to die
You count it strange, so once did I
Before I knew my Donald

My Donald needs, my Donald's greed
My Donalds's always on TV
My Trump; He was, my Trump; He is
My Trump; is always gonna be

Yes, living, dying: let me bring
My Strength, my solace in this spring
That He who lives to be THE King
Once ran to be my Savior

My Donald needs, my Donald's greed
My Donald's always there for me
My TRUMP; He was, my TRUMP; He is
My TRUMP; is always gonna be\\There for me.