Armed with lies, propelled by hate,
With the Emperor’s flag and his party colour
The mob massed up on the Seat of Power
Frightened lawmakers fled at Olympic speed
Surrendering the chambers to the lawless rabble
“We are sent by the Boss to reclaim our country
He bids us be wild, and that’s what we are
Void the vote and restore his throne”
A motley mass of the most deadly, most deluded
Smashing and tearing, trampling and cursing
With their fecal signatures on the pristine marble
Close to the dome, towering gallows with a swinging noose
The long-expected Barbarians
Are at the Empire’s hilltop sanctuary
This time, at the Emperor’s behest
So ominous, the colour of their home-made terror
So many, so unequal, the authors of this riot
The barely literate who gore their foe with the flagpole
Ivy League pundits reeling from illiterate superstitions
And murderous hate behind their laundered cant
To every Democracy, its own demon
Here goes the vain, demonic Emperor who would rather
Take along the house on his way to the ground
And Barbarians, never far from the Empire’s gate
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