With apologies to William Blake.
Trump supporters burning bright,
In the dark hearts of their night,
What infernal hand or eye
Could flame their fearful bigotry?
By what vicious, twisted lies
Burns the fire in their eyes?
On what wings dare Trump aspire?
What the hand that flames his fire?
By what bluster and dark arts,
Could twist the sinews of their hearts?
And when Trump's hate began to spread,
Could he contain the filth he led?
What intolerance and what shame
Bring Trumps' supporters to his name?
O'er what meanness, what raw power
Do those angry eyes now glower?
And when the GOP stars reared
Their frightened heads with tardy tears,
Did they own their work to see?
Did they this hateful man foresee?
Trump supporters burning bright,
In the dark hearts of their night,
What infernal hand or eye
Could flame their hateful bigotry?
