Did you see it pouring mayhem, in Georges old town
When a mob of flakes brought democracy down
Oh, it really was an incredible scene
seeing Rome burning live on my TV screen
someone left the babies out of their cribs
they were crying on the streets in their MEGA bibs
throwing sabre rattles of slogans and flags
when they needed a babysitter to keep them bound and gagged
they didn't get their naps so their throwing temper tantrums
whining about freedom, while singing fascists anthems
marching for a despot who'll turn the word to shreds
guess they need their mommies to keep their hate breastfed
So they stormed through the hallways looking for blood
an army of hillbillies with a psychopathic grudge
they lost their minds for their orange ones approval
when they should have stayed home and taking their Metamucil
oh they loved playing victim while itching for a lynching
wearing rose tinted glasses when minorities were flinching
when good old cancel culture took care of gays and blacks
instead of old fashioned wasps who live for the attack
then the elephants went wild wearing red white and blue
pillaging the halls like headless chickens in a coup
in the city of ivory, the towers were falling
in that bitter January when hatred was calling
and the long knives were out in broken glass that day
as the crowds went mad cause they didn't get their way
laying down the blueprints for the next hurricane
leading to a whiteout when everyone goes insane
when those 5000 snowflakes crush Washington dc
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If only Trump and his pumpkin heads could fully appreciate the profoundness of this extraordinary poem! Greatly appreciated by me, Kevin!