Our fascist fathers,
whose art is mayhem,
how will our country ever be the same?

what you have done
must be undone
for the earth to support her children.

you've enslaved men, their family's bread
held hostage to support your excesses,
and you forget what you chose
left millions helpless in dust.

Lead us not into desolation;
lead us nowhere,
for your time is done
the pain and the horror
returning never, finally
                 we become
                 human.

by the way, i'm taking bets on there being a republican coup november 5, but if you want to place a bet no money accepted, you have to ante up either antibiotics, kerosene, writing paper, or crossbow bolts...