Ogre Ogre Turning Right
(with apologies to William Blake)
GOP, now turning right
In the dark and violent night,
What demonic hand or eye
Could frame thy Party’s cruelty?
In what ways do you despise
The immigrants’ so fearful eyes?
On whose backs do you aspire?
For what gold are you for hire?
What the greed and what dark art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to rage,
Did you then that hate assuage?
Why the Other do you disdain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anger? What dread hate
Aim you at migrants in your state?
And with protesters on the street,
For you to shoot and then to beat,
Did you ask what Christ would do,
Or do you think His Word just poo?
GOP, now turning right
In the dark and violent night,
What demonic hand or eye
Could frame thy Party’s cruelty?
