A Conversation Between Bernie's Legions and Trump's

“Comrade Bernie's in full swing Arms flailing, fingers pointing, Like a possessed puppet on a string To his legions never disappointing.” “We're a movement young and strong Forward thinking, kind to all, They call us mad but that's so wrong Such a thought takes quite some gall”. “We in turn look on bemused The Stars and Stripes turning to the Sickle, To put it mildly we're confused Democrats floundering in a pickle.” “Little do they understand Momentum's on our side; From our crusade we'll never bend We march united like the tide.” “Yet Trump's laughing with great glee Re-election firmly in his sight, Bernie's pitch a hollow plea Republicans itching for the fight.” “They may mock us, underrate Wait and see, watch and learn; Our revolution simply fate, Love the man, feel the Bern. Who is wrong and who is right In this battle for our hearts, One thing’s sure it will be tight Once we get through all the barbs.