CRISIS UNCERTAIN

A father's future fear
For a son held so dear
Who will live in a land with hate so near.

Learning to live with a hell unleashed
Victims of the mark of the beast.
All the while anger feasts.

Deaf to the pain of the other
While ignoring the cries of the  mother..

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We're not really going to make America Great Again
Cause at best we're just trading sin.

Redifing hate in order to win
Back to the hell where we've already been.