He is the light.
When is my saviour coming?
Fascism needs its silhouette, that
comes raging with his vengence,
to save us from the Lord's teachings.
America the beautiful,
it has been delicately poisoned.
Will you save us? Hallowed though,
be thy name in vain?
Wrapped in the blood of my enemies,
in denial of the marginalized and slain.
A lesson taught though we do not heed.
Flag under which we pretend to bleed.
And we shout against the application.
Carrying his book in desecration.
A small pice of heresy that will,
Cross oceans of irony.