Stripped of heart like mummified dead,
Republicans assail all working Freds.
Drained of blood with limbs reserved,
For masters who own their soul-less verve.
For minions unvalued, their policy is death,
Finish them all, ghouls say with one breath.
Their brutish confessional, an unholy seal,
Give it all to the rich, it’s their own New Deal.
So Rip out help for all but the rich,
Treat minions as though they’re born of a bitch.
Programmed and aligned they say with great zeal.
Laissez-faire, with only markets we’ll feel.
And rip out Planned Parenthood hearts,
Those using it are nothing but tarts.
Like a ruined pear, its skin they will peel,
To their own perfect altar, they will kneel.
Illegals like slaves, they’ll rip family ties,
11M torn asunder, tissue torn for their lives,
Casting them away to a brutish return,
Never mind if some ashes will burn.
Hunted like dogs, anchor babies no shelter,
Millions will hide, hunted helter skelter.
Children recruited to spy on brown skins,
Who are led to detention, don’t bother with kin.
They will build a great wall, a height Hell’s depth measures,
Voters they’ll drive away, no hope and no pleasure,
Fueling resentment and rage – but those who’re left,
Will vote for candidates having horns and a cleft.
Rip it all out, they’ll say, re-enter the past,
A tyranny now so total, it’s changed so fast,
Born over decades, its toxicity increased,
And even in reflection ghouls will not feel diseased.
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