Enough is enough. Your madness is playing out it's deepest conceit.

No-one stole the election. But you would steal democracy.

You provoke, incite, divide, destroy. You sulk, pout, rant, rage, vilify.

While your America is kissed by the lips of a virus that leaves her breathless and dying,

in the swaggering grandeur of self-entitlement you play golf and tweet a polluted stream of omnipotent diatribe.

 

Enough is enough. You who cannot bear reality. You who would kindle hatred

and set the world on fire. You who set your "Special ones" to light a funeral pyre.

Make Donald Great Again? There is no measure of greatness in your eyes.

Nothing but a heart filled with terror in a haunted house of lies.

We make and shape our Monsters and if we let them them grow and grow

There comes the day they will swallow us, from top of head to tip of toe.

 

© How To Make A Monster. Blue Pearl Music, 2021. Terry McArthur.