What a pitiful army
Coddled and smarmy
Whose wretched sons are they?
So eager to repeat history's shame
Insecure, in search of strength
Appalled when, at their feet lies blame
Unsure what insurrection meant
Whose cause is neither just, nor real
Whose general cares nothing of their plight
And even less of how they feel
Yet they blindly follow
In trumped-up victimhood they wallow
Risking their health and lives
Clinging to theories neither wise, nor real
Their rage is exposed
In warped thought, and wild eyes
Their ignorance and bigotry exposed
Ever shouting, "Stop the steal!"
They stomp and scream
Hoping others fear their threats
Fearful they’ll lose what others get
Delighting in the cries of strangers
Their own reputations in danger
Why are they so angry?
What disconnect at mother's breast
What rejection at father's knee
Has fueled their sick philosophy
Sowing discord is what they crave
Evil imparts how they behave
Is delusion in their veins?
Void of empathy, what remains?
Why are they so angry?
The hatred they've been taught
The bitterness consumed
Has become a cancer; ravaging
They no longer hear the truth;
Believe every mad thought
Can’t see their error as they ought
Abandon the peace they could enjoy
Their privilege waits to deploy
Embracing every plot and ploy
To terrorize those unlike them
Demonize the innocent
Lie and cheat until they’re spent
Don't they know this is costing them?
Why are they so angry?
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