Battle Hymn of 2024

Mine eyes have seen Trump gaslight his naive unwitting hoard,
He has trampled facts and reason where the grapes of truth are stored.
Dull now the blade on his formerly threatening sword,
His corruption lingers on.

With inflated self-image as supreme being divine,
He has builded a Trump altar to himself alone, online.
An authoritarian state he’s hopelessly attempting to design.
His delusion marches on.

Our docs are bathroom tissue in a thousand SECRET files.
We’ve seen him in proceedings of a hundred circling trials,
His legal expenses accumulate in unpaid heaps and piles,
His impunity marches on.

We’ve seen Trump stoke hate within his far-right extremist base,
And compromise our secrets in his Mar-A-Lago space.
In 2024 he can never win the race,
Though flim-flam marches on.

I have read our Constitution writ in terms we deem ideal,
Our rights are priceless, inalienable (though the tyrant tries to steal).
Let RBG, born of Justice, crush the serpent with her heel,
Democracy marches on!

Will Walsh