If HE Wins.

It won't matter who was blue or red
We'll all look the same in the pile of dead
Arguments of what makes our president
Will be completely irrelevant  
 
Suffering will be our new common ground
After years of warning were silenced and drowned
 
In new regime, when this country is bound  
There won't be a way to take back the crown
And those who defended
Put him in that chair
Can renounce their freedom and ask to be spared
We all will
If we know what is good for us
Because  
When war comes
There will be no more trust
 
So in sadness, I write that this change will occur
And there will be normalcy in massacre
 
As history is a mistress well contorted and shamed
Ignored and not identified by name
Our powdered wigs will see dust and grime
Most wont know how to live in suppressive times
Too late will they rise as his armies befall
Fighting a tyrant with no ally to call
 
So no
It wont matter how hard you believed
That he'd be the savior to preserve your greed
It matters that you ignorantly mislabled everything
Contorted the soft sanity of reality...
 
Although we will all bleed red in the end
And may choose to fight together again  
Sleep with the guilt that you and your bretheren
Took a capable country and made it condemend