September 16, 2018

The time has come, my friends,

To step up and call out

The despicable means to his ends,

The way he shadows all with doubt.

How much lower can he sink,

Oh, how much more can he wallow?

Now is the time, I think,

For you to limit what you will swallow.

His evilness has gone too long unheeded,

But has now burned the fallow field

We all wish could be re-seeded,

Or given god's grace and appeal.

What we put up with in the small

Simply perpetuates our larger conflicts.

Stand up now, shout him down,

Then shut him up for good November 6th.