Song To the Ruins of America

SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA With the Glyn Ford’ eyes: "Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia" I see with horror how from an american country to another Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields Inspecting the growth of fascism and its relationship With the capitalist families’ domain As Daniel Guerin saw in his “Fascism and Big Busines” When Fascism was flourishing in Germany and Italy For nothing. Cities and fields returns to watering the river Biederitz Feeder of the river Elba That brings the Hitler and Eve’s cremated and crushed remains Together with others of theirs on the studio couch Where they were found suicided Perhaps the same couch of love where Neville Chamberlain the British Prime Minister was sat. River that joins and, at the end, matchs to the river Potomac In Chesapeake Bay, Atlantic Ocean Rested in backwater of the White House’ pool Built in its foundations and frames by slaves and Irish and Italian workers without papers that tomorrow will come to call "Trumpbunker". He’ll walk in the middle of the garden Arrogant his figure as a God with joke eyes, body to much he-man And penisly classic figure whose Te Deum will be of the Asses and the Marquis of Sade. Heil¡ He’s the “Uro of Heck" big, robust, with long horns a brown copper hair, with skin of a certain form with fierce behaviour. Heil¡ He’s the new Thartac, God of the Hivites with Ass-headed well known and loved by priests and parish priest. Nor the snow neither the wind will lash, that they believe The angry figure of this God-man who loves life As a desolated tyrant with dizziness of sex just nasty running towards the void of a great National and Global Zoo upon which will erect a statue to the Ass to which will come the souls of the Eve’s terrier breed scottish dogs and the Hitler’ German Shepherd Dog with her cubs to piss lifting up its leg. And Fabius will sing near the doors of the White House The new "Trumpbunker" the Rodrigo Caro’s paraphrased song to the Ruins of Italica: "These, Trump, poor me¡ that you see now Lonely fields, gloomy hill Were a time great America”. Because the crime, the evil, the cruel and bloody Assembly of wars against another peoples and nations Ever returns, sooner or later, against one and another.