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Convictus
Out of the night a black vice POTUS,
a cry of hope from poll to poll-
wrapped in our flag we know they loath us
and our unconscionable goal.
In the fell clutch of discrimination
we hear them wince and cry aloud.
Within our bludgeoning, christian nation
their heads are bloody, ja, und cowed.
Let them sulk in their vale of tears
We’ll never let them turn the page.
No prospect of getting four more years
finds ,and shall find us howl with rage.
Again we’ll make our country great,
what matter we lose our nation’s soul?
He is the master of our fate—
wir gibt unser Fuhrer ganz kontrol.
Copyright ©
Jim Hayes
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