MAGA . .. Making A-Hole once Again

 

Pushing the Reset Button or Making Asinine Great Again

Image: MaGA (Making A-Holes Greedy Again)

How sad that we regress

Telling us that with which we grew

As a lie a game of the founding fathers

Their mothers, wives, children and brothers

Was no more than a flower basket of lies

Now wilted down so a felonious rich boy

Can get more money, a king of fascist lies

Thank you ancestors for the bouquet

That we grew up to think possible

That the was the land of the free & the brave

That indeed the doors our migrant

Fathers, mothers, ancient brothers

We shot down or enslaved could

Erase our cultures and languages

To join in the brother/sisterhood of man

That freedom for all

Could come and that son of god

You told loved us, asking

that we Love One Another

Should go from his humble manger

Running to a land where his ancestors were slaved

Should return to die nailed up

by Romans

The same people who later

Made a religion for him

The Universal gift of love

to save you for your heavenly souls

obedient to the holy religious warriors

through 2000 years

How sad, how funny

Now that she, the goddess of freedom

Stands with the open book of liberty in NYC harbor

Being drown by the arrogance

Of liberty slaughtered on the land

Where finally in my life, in 1963

Our school doors began to open up

One girl of color to each class

A first bouquet of Americans

Would blossom in our schools

Together as one kind

people who differed similarly from

The synthetic norm, away men-owned marriage vows

All could marry, male and female

To vote, to sing, to dance

In a land made free for all

Who thought that it would come to this?

It baffles all who think and care

Across the whole wide globe

That there is a refuge once for all

That had slammed the door shut once more

So rich boys and girls can make a haul

Of the sense of equality

Making the only worth in dollars and cents

Labored on the backs of working folks

Growing the gardens of living life

A harvest for each other

Milking the benign cow of liberty

A joyous milkshake to make

A society of justice for all

In the great farm of liberty

For you, yes, you no matter who

We all join hands once again

Let us take the works of goodness

Yes

love each other neighbors of each color

♪ ♥ ♪

laugh, and sing once finally

A tune of true liberty

with the mother of us all in the harbor

Our flag of many colors

may fly across the heaven of blue

Who loves the rain

And heals the pain

When natural disaster bites

Not with the gun and knife

Or nasty words and pointed fingers

Lying with military murder for all of us

Who are not of his green green color

The one you-know-who asks brazenly

to

MAKE A-HOLES GREAT AGAIN

With ME our king of the Bathroom Throne

America the Toilet of the World

Shits on all again

Let us send a curdled jar of America’s dream

To the Donald Rich Toy Boy

Who knows not the joy of caring

of working or of kindness, intelligent and caring

Let America indeed become the GREATNESS

In the harbor of our hearts

In the land, the promised land, of REAL liberty

The United States of the World!

©J.M.Frase-White 22 August 2024