Letter F.

You sailed across the ocean, and down upon the Bay, marking the rock at Plymouth; you suddenly lost your way.

Pontius as he Pilate, Pilgrims were your fate; “Let’s cheat all the Indians and Make America Great!”

Forgetting where you came from, crawling out your hole, spreading hate and discontent; selling out your soul.

Claiming you’re for Jesus, sticking it to the poor, holding your head up so high; marching on Heavens door.

So now the winds are turning, as they often do, once you were a red state; but soon you’ll be a blue.

Taunting Veterans, and the dead, running campaigns of smear, you’re so mighty, you’re so just; falling down in fear.

Stealing people’s health care, claiming it’s not their right, I know your full of bullshit; falling down in fright.

Trophy Hunting Lions, killing Grizzly Bears, crying for your gun rights; falling down in fear.

I saw…