Pestilence

You’re like a swollen festering wart
A growth protruding on the human race
I look at you, I see disgrace
A wrath-filled creature, the liberal sort
You take your stand with solace glee
Then run away from what you see

This same wart’s found on your liberal face
Where lies are grown in hatred’s glow
A viral pestilence in a darkened place
From hence your hate is allowed to flow
Your words of hate Americans don’t buy
Real humans can’t buy into such a liberal lie

Your eyes like arsenic try to kill
The down deep truth that’s in you still
Your soul like bamboo wilts and stands
Across hatred’s broken, barren lands
There’s nothing sacred from on high
You haven’t cursed with your lies so sly