The Dark Before The Dawn

Mourn this day, my fellow countrymen,
And shun all calls for celebration,
For darkness looms before us again,
And threatens to swallow our nation. 

As Traitors gather, party and sing,
Do not join them in their revelry
For their embrace the coup from Beijing
And brethren, they do it merrily…

They silence our voices now with glee,
(they’ve never enjoyed civic debate)
Their new motto: “For me, not for thee”
Clue us in to our potential fate.
They now demand we beg forgiveness
For our support of the President
Accuse us of being seditious,
Our freedom a sin we must repent…

Right now it may seem that all is lost,
That everything we hold dear is gone.
If America’s Spirit is quashed,
How then my brethren can we go on?

But not all is lost, I promise you,
For by the Gods, as we live and breathe
We shall stand fearless and shall renew
The fight at all costs, with firm belief:
That we can beat the chinese agents,
And the traitors who took their payments,
Big tech and their shady allegiance…
That we shall address our every grievance.

As long as we stand in unity
Refusing to bow and kiss their ring
And seize every opportunity
To land every blow, take every swing.,
Dear Freedom’s flag shall once again fly
Over the land of the free and brave,
And the traitors’ hopes and dreams shall die
To be buried in an unmarked grave.

And Upon that day of Victory,
We must take the hill as required,
And visit upon the left their deeds
Payment for all that has transpired.
Ensuring no one will mourn or act
Or try to resurrect what is gone,
Ensuring their movement can’t come back
As we march forward to a new dawn. 

Vindication

For twenty-two months, they hunted their prey,
Swore to the heavens there would come a day
when proof of his crimes would be brought to light,
and end, what they claimed, our nation’s plight.

They’ve roared in rage since after the last vote
“Foreigners and traitors upset the boat!
There’s treason afoot, and we must impeach!”
This was the sermon the medias preached.
In that time, the FBI fell from grace
from its once almost untouchable place
as pinnacle of American law.
Now, steeped in corruption, they’ve lost us all.

The medias once held honored positions,
have now become a source of derision,
having come together in the attempt
to sow among Americans contempt
Of President Donald Trump and his base,
seeking division class, faith, and race.
Fanning the flames and turning up the heat
encouraging folks to take to the street…

Then they gathered, their torches all lit,
This was the end! Oh yes! This would be it!
Their mouths watering for the coming treat:
The Grand inquisitor’s report:  complete.
The report summary: no collusion!
After howls of outrage and confusion,
Lo, and behold, my fellow red hatters!
Now we’re told the report doesn’t Matter!
They cry “Cover-up!”  and “Conspiracy!”
and accuse our leader of Tyranny.

But we’ve stopped listening to what they say,
for now its time to do things the right way…
Now it is our turn to investigate
those who have betrayed these united states.
Politicians, actors, or media’s voice
their treason the result of their own choice…
We’ll give them a trial that they are due,
Should take less than a month, not twenty two
before all of their crimes are brought to light,
revealed and removed as our nations blight.

Now is our time, to put it so bluntly,
To tell the world: This is MAGA country.

A Lesson From Covington

Banging his drum, and chanting at the sky,

Like a bastardized version of Moses,
He parted them as he walked in their midst,
In their confusion, they moved to the side.
Having just moments before been attacked
By the self described 'Black Israelites'
For their terrible sin of being white,
They stared at him, not sure how to react.

They parted before him, and he walked on
Till he came across a boy, tall and proud,
Who refused to step back, as had the crowd.
The man beat his drum, the boy smiled on...
Though spat on and cursed, the boy stood his ground.
Giving each other  a defiant stare,
Hatred and anger swirling through the air,
From the crowd of adults now gathered 'round.

The media, doing what it does best,
Portrayed this boy and his friends as villains,
As bigots and racists to the millions
Of it's base who thrive on social unrest.
Blue checks of Twitter, they answered the call:
Threatening the boy with their violence
A grand display of left wing tolerance...
But the truth came out, and outrage was stalled.

Dear reader,  I'm certain with your own eyes
That you've seen what really happened that day:
A boy condemned for not backing away,
Condemnation fueled by media lies.
The lesson from this event is too clear:
When the media comes for you or me,
Let us pray that we should be so lucky
As to have the proof to survive the smear!

Deplorable

Defying the agenda of traitors,
Embracing our traditional ideals
Pushing back on 'America Haters'
Loving the fight, and refusing to yield.
Organizing against the insurgence
Respondong to the call of our nation
Ascending to our great culture's defense
Bowing to none, fight without cessation
Leading the charge to keep our nation free
Enacting new Manifest Destiny.