The Clash of Words: Trump vs. Camila

In a realm where eagles prowl,

Clashing Titans, forever to haul,

Two voices rise out, separate and proud,

Over roars and boos so loud.

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One side’s Trump, with his bragging and brawnness,

His words are blazing, his bearing is aggressiveness.

“We will turn it around,” he shouts back,

With the pledges meant to alleviate the crack.

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Gilded tower forms his legacy

A sign of claimed authority.

However in light there still remains some gloom

Tweets and speeches all day long

Across the stage stands Camila

With wisdom earned in lowly soils.

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Hers is a voice that calls for unity.

That fights for justice and community.

She speaks of dreams almost within reach

Of mending hands and hearts that teach.

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Her eyes look towards a brighter day

Where hopefulness is found along the way

The gathering splits into two groups at dawn’s approach:

Every side persuaded its gladiator was right;

Talking increased sharply on both sides as well during this campaign too;

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But then again over all of it comes future woofing its own tune

While leaders come and go, it is people who grow.

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Every clash counts just like every cheer does,

We find our path while it’s still dimly lit;

But wild this land shall be free,

Through common bond shall we be strong in unity!

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Thus let them speak, let ring their voices!!

For truth they say will spring from discourse;

From Trump’s daring accusations to Camila's supplication,

You are the heart of change.