Trump Time Is a Coming

These tyrants of men with fat belly eyes Infect our dreams. Soulless sorcerers of threadbare promises. Who masterfully manipulated the hopes Of a disappointed people, And we the demented fools believed, Believed with all our hearts, That they can turn our dusty tracks into roads. Of shiny gold. And soon beneath a cool winter's sky A flock of black coated demigods will land and will grow fat and hungry, as they try to swallow the world, Their hidden hatred, faces within faces. And we the blinkered fools cursed with forgetfulness, Who are deaf to things we should know, Lap their words up like sugary cream. They'll make us giants again, And we the superior idiots can sit and watch our enemies burn, And only the treacherous will mourn, We'll cheer and sing and guzzle gallons of freedom beer, Nobody cares if the world is illusion, a facade for the gullible And soon they'll be no truth but post truth, Delivered by nasty little spirit men, Who will cleanse the soul of history. To make us believe that ignorance And brutality diluted in a bath of bitter words, Can restore the improbable dream of A suburban utopia We the trudging mass will accept, As we always accept such things, Warmed by a PR smile and saccharin sweetness of snake oil charm , And they will reduce us to dollar counters Counting greasy money into greasy tills And the fat will get fatter hiding their delight, Behind sneering eyes, And the only rest for a working man will be The graveyard's soil After a lifetime of Infinite toil, Their victory is assured.