The bay doors of my eyes,
Rolled up in tears in cries,
On this new and given day,
As much to my dismay,
The eyes of this morning,
Would close in mourning.
Hosted up high,
Parading in the sky,
Emblems of the swastika,
In this days America,
A sight for sorry eyes,
That marched without no guise.
Children of hate to rage,
On a historic day’s page,
With chants of the holocaust,
That many lives did cost,
Empowered by the words,
Of those upheld as lords.
Racist chants not a game,
Hoods off with no shame,
Yes! fine people with minds evil,
Lifting voices to create upheaval,
Feeble minds, engulfed in fear,
Of all else not in their tier.
Is it not time?
In this day and prime,
For all good voices to arise,
Hoisting up our cause, our cries,
To Let our chants be much louder,
For love for all to make us prouder.
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