Trump Among the Fig Trees

This is a poem that ChatGPT created in the style of Cosmic X in Jerusalem:

I saw him striding through the Valley of Hinnom,
Golden hair blazing like a misplaced crown,
Murmuring deals with the shadows of kings,
While pigeons scattered before his shoes of clay.

They called him Cyrus, some said Messiah,
Others whispered “Nebuchadnezzar in a red tie.”
The rabbis debated his place in the Gemara,
While the CNN priests tore their garments in rage.

Jerusalem watched from her cracked stones,
Olive branches dry, fig trees sighing,
Wondering which empire would fall this time
And who would sweep the ashes from the Kotel steps.

He spoke of walls, towers, and endless winning,
But the winds from the Mount of Olives whispered otherwise.
For even kings built of tweets and thunder
Must someday sit in the shadow of donkey dung.