Let Them Whimper - In Trump's Own Words

Heathens at the gate, Heathens at the gate, We must act lest it be too late, Shut all doors, man the towers, We haven’t days but merely hours. Here they come the brooding masses, Form a line so not one passes, Spare no thought of offering help, Who really cares if they all yelp. They will whimper, beg and plead, Yet their goal is fueled by greed, It’s our lifestyle they all want So their suffering they flaunt. We must stop them come what may, Act with force or rue the day These illegals soiled our land; Draw a line and make a stand. Unite as one behind my lead, Purge all feelings, act with speed, Our country’s full we need no more And yet they come in by the score. But should we fail remember this, Those who caused such huge abyss And when you vote do not forget, I’m the one that voiced the threat.