The miscarriage of justice continued today in the Senate. My response to the what the Senate has become in the United States.
Lower the flags to half mast, America the Beautiful has been gutted, Its word emptied of all meaning, There is no jubilant throng singing, “Glory, glory Hallelujah!” Our nation’s heroes rise From their earthen graves enraged And cry out to the heavens, “Have our cruel deaths been in vain?!” Their ghosts march en masse On the nation’s capital to haunt Those who have betrayed our nation In the Chamber of the Senate. Abraham Lincoln holds his head in his hands, And weeps bitterly for his nation. All he endured to protect the Union from traitors Has been destroyed in a single vote. Our Founding Fathers who had sacrificed all Watch in horror as the orange faced buffoon Mounts the steps of the Capital with The beloved Constitution of the United States Attached to the bottom of his shoe Like used toilet paper. Tomorrow morning in newspapers Throughout the nation the obituary is written, “The United States of America, Born on July 4, 1776, died on February 5, 2020 In the Senate, Washington D.C.
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