The constitution was my shepherd. I should not have wanted
(if lawmakers had abided the law rather than fear being primaried).
The constitution now maketh me run from ICE arms:
it deports me over troubled waters.
Its aberration in the small hands of a bloated man
depletes my soul, for he leadeth us in the path of
divisiveness for his ego’s sake.
Yea, as I walk through the valley of oligarchy,
I fear evil, his retribution a rod against my back,
his staff of toadies seeking ways to disenfranchise.
He devours my freedoms at the behest of mine enemies:
he batters my head with truncheons, my blood spilling over.
Could goodness and mercy restore our rights?
Surely an enlightened electorate could evict
this false lord from our people’s house.
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