Threnodial Sapphic for Liberty

Now the sore winners seek more necks to stretch
because MAGA cancer has metastasized
out from an especially monstrous letch...
so foolishly prized.
 
The people abandoned good sense and sweet hope
to vote for a mob armed with threatening guns
as more educations on a downward slope...
have cost overruns.
 
And Democrats are the ones they will all blame
when the bombs keep falling on children and moms
as they burn away in the phosphorus flame...
of endless pogroms.
 
There's more pain ahead, so get used to it quick;
no more will the poets sing hymns to the moon.
Why bother when folks are increasingly sick...
and fetish a goon?
 
Gods, frauds, and death squads, will no future make,
in countries where women are hopelessly cursed
by neckless meatheads in a musclebound ache...
from those they coerced.  
 
The future looms large as the shitheads in charge
switch over to leaders who hate all our kids
and hope to deport them by train and by barge...
and contractor bids.
 
Wedge issue militia will always be crooks
who live by the sword and the dry beans they hoard
and tempered and cooked by the burning of books...
as they are deplored.
 
And the dishonor thus they wear when they vote
for merit and families to die in a ditch
or freedom of speech to abuse or to gloat...
at hate fever pitch.