Dreadful Times

He spoke without blinking his narrow eyes.

The smell of doom, though, was his call.

Pushing aside the platitudes and the lies,

He read the words no one would recall.

On to the slaughter in stealth he led

To become socialist, bold and brave;

With whispered promises each one fed,

Until all did vote for this lying knave.

His voice erased the doubtful mind,

As racist remarks were blamed upon

All those you about him maligned;

‘Til their voices were hushed and gone.

His war against those who dared to say

The words of truth against him spread.

The Fox he treated in the Chicago way,

Trying real hard to make them dead.

He made those around him kneel and pray,

Demanding loyalty above what was true.

For his real quest was the Chicago way,

When liberty and values he would subdue.

Fair minds take heed in these dreadful times,

For the One continues to ride this day.

Words with the sounds of soothing rhymes

Will speed you down where death holds sway.

The doors to socialism are swinging wide.

America’s last days have just begun,

As hate-filled liberals march inside

And leading the way their chosen one.