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"Make America Great Again", Donald Trump, Fear, Final Solution, Golden Rule, Hate, Holy War, Islam, Jihad, KKK, Lies, Make America HATE Again, Martin Niemöller, New Medieval Man, Trump's Hate Machine, Tweets
Seven horsemen ride, gallop at full speed,
rigor mortis smiles, on masters and steeds.
Plunge to the bottom, of unholy well,
feel the downward rush, putrid maw of hell.
Small retail harvest, exchanged for wholesale,
such strength in numbers, advance without fail.
Seven banners fly, one for each horseman,
hues of the rainbow, all lips are crimson.
Thin lipped faces grin with thoughts of next meal,
harvest wholesome flesh, live for anguished squeals.
Work that they perform, lovingly embrace,
treasure for horsemen? Lives that are erased.
As they ride and glean bountiful young crop
planted carefully, flourished without drought.
Relish in the screams as scythe hits its mark,
rainbow’s colors bright? Extinguished, gone dark.
Those that reap and sow, wearing unctuous smiles,
declare it’s God’s will, lurid necrophiles.
At attention stand, in columns and rows,
deviation spied? It’s the first to go.
Gather socialists, Trade Unionists too,
there’s equality with Muslim and Jew.
Triangles of pink, Roma of all kinds,
Final Solution praised as work divine.
Time so long ago, nearly four-score-years,
in place far away; never happen here!
Hoarse man’s rhetoric, with his rictus grin
Spewing words of hate, praising acts of sin.
Gallop down a path where hate is embraced,
fan the flames of fear, pander to your base.
Golden Rule in flames, Cross igniter Klan,
madman’s macabre dance? New medieval man.
Seven horsemen ride, gallop at full speed,
rigor mortis smiles, on masters and steeds.
Havoc he has cried, released the war dogs,
all heil victory, mosques and synagogues.
Where there’s life there’s hope, where there’s death there’s none;
fear horsemen’s master will leave all ashen.
Seven banners fly, one for each horseman,
hues of the rainbow, all lips are crimson.