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Sunday 22 October 2017

Heaven on their Minds



No mind is clearer now
Not least none too well
Can we see how it's no mystery
If you'd stripped away
The myth from the land
You'd have seen where we all soon would be
Donald!


You started to believe the things they say of you
You really do believe this talk of Don is true
For all the shit he's done with hist'ry's human poo
He's begun to matter more than all the things we do

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of orange what was called a thin tan
Though he deceives, the supplication toward him doesn't lie
Yet everything he seethes
You take for blasphemy
While the lies you hold have fed his rise

New Amsterdam's famous son
Might have left the globe unknown
Like his father riding hood
He'd have burned wood
Hotel towers and TV shows
Oprah asking Donald those
Questions caused nobody stress
No one would jest

Knowing Donald he does care for his race
No one sees they must bow to save face
We have occupied
Have you forgotten all the crimes we've done?
I'm not startled by the crowd
For our silence was so loud
When we crushed them we had gone too far
We've gone too far