Bloody Lips (Trump’s America)
Dark forces take the stage, Declaring a postmodern age, Where truth and fact don’t exist, They’re just ethereal things in the mist, The people must live by emotion and spin, They’re to chug it like a fine gin, Until they go drunk and dumb, When their souls entirely numb, Only then can they be of use, When they submit to the abuse. (The Liar sits atop a grand pyre, Fascists below snort the ashes, As sloganeers peddle all fears, His followers vying to be the Swallower, Bowing before the user and abuser, The president by accident, The people’s Rat in the Hat.) Basking in the glow of this regime, The bastards let out a feral scream, For their time is now, So solemnly they vow: “A new order will be imposed, On the people’s skulls now deposed, For our master’s will must be done, So the Devil can have his fun, On the ashes of this great land, By virtue of His tiny hand.” Ready to answer daddy’s call, They beg to scream at the walls, As master demands of his pets, Bodies without reason to regret, The lovers of this new world order, Because they’re on this side of the border, So they drum up all the hate and sin, Saying this is how we win. With blood on their lips and hands, They obey his every command, In spite of the havoc they wreak, The bile in the words they speak, Because their fates are bound to Him, As though they’re his phantom limb, So they follow master to their last breath, Even if it means their country’s death. This American scene, Right out of a guillotine, Sends Lady Liberty to her knees, Broken by what she sees, Everything she loves in flames, Her child forever maimed, So she can only weep and mourn, For her baby’s soul ripped and torn –– The America she once knew, Its glory days now through.
