Trump Shuts Down DOJ Database Tracking Federal Police Misconduct
There once was a database so grand,
To weed out poor cops for the land.
With records in sight,
It shed a bright light,
On those who had not a clean hand.
There once was a database so grand,
To weed out poor cops for the land.
With records in sight,
It shed a bright light,
On those who had not a clean hand.
Where was security in all of this?
Asked the daughter of the nurse, in distress
She survived the attack
But may lose vision, alack
Now seeking answers, she must persist
There once was a gesture so bold
From Trump ally Elon Musk we’re told
Just a month before
He did something more
In the story that’s yet to unfold
There once was a mom named Wallace,
Who cherished her son’s music with grace.
Though she called it “noise” at first,
His legacy she’d not disperse,
Dedicated to keeping his pace.
A man from New Jersey, quite absurd,
Stabbed Rushdie, he must be deterred.
On a lecture stage, such a crime,
Attempted murder, quite a slime.
Now convicted, justice has occurred.
There once was a man named Enrique,
In an altercation he got caught at the melee,
Cuffed by the Capitol Police,
For his actions, no peace,
In the chaos of the protest display.
Dozens filled the courthouse’s halls,
To glimpse the CEO shooter in shawls.
They needed to know
If justice would show,
For the health care exec’s downfall.
There once was a Democrat named Mills,
Who clashed with Trump over bills,
He threatened to withhold,
Federal funds; so bold,
Their heated exchange gave us chills.
A lawyer for Delta Flight 4819,
Helped passengers despite his own spine.
His client in pain,
Still worked to sustain,
A hero in action, divine.
A singer whose hits do enthrall
With “For Your Precious Love” we could fall
“Only the Strong Survive”
And “Make It Easy On Yourself” thrive
His songs forever stand tall