[Jim Hayes]

Convictus

Out of the night a black vice-POTUS,
a cry of hope from poll to poll.
Wrapped in our flags we know they loath us
and our unconscionable soul.

In the fell clutch of discrimination
we hear them wince and cry aloud.
Within our bludgeoning Christian nation
their heads are bloodied, ja, und cowed.

Let them sulk in their vale of tears,
we’ll never let them turn the page.
No prospect of getting four more years
finds, and shall find us howl with rage.

Again we’ll make our country great,
no matter we lose our nation’s soul.
He is the master of our fate.
Wir gibt unser Fuhrer ganz kontrol.