The Hole We Find
The hole we find ourselves in
is fine for we are the fine people
on that side. We carry the light
into the night, bring our burning
torches to unite the right, that’s right.
And this dawn has dawned so white
and bright, brought us the shining
sun, orange like our maganificent
one, our fortunate son who rises
here today to take his far rightful
place once more as first in line.
Today’s our time, time to climb
up from the hole and claim--
each one of us—this day is mine!
Not theirs. They took it from us
four years ago when we tried
to stop the steal and take this stage
with faithful zeal and patriotic fight.
We failed and did not prevail,
but we are back, and half the voters
have our backs, and at our side
is one grand old party, with its grand
dream of rolling back all the woke,
weak, neutered dreams of equity,
inclusion, and “beloved community”--
all the restraints on the strengths
of the strong like us who dare
to name and claim what’s mine is mine.
The other side talks of taking care
and bringing peace, but they too
know might is right, they live the lie:
spend endless sums on endless war
and genocide, all while ginning up
joy and pride, all while on the sly
taking billionaires’ millions for their side.
We are back and here to say winning
and getting rich is joy, and being white
is a source of pride with no wrongs to right,
except to shut the book on books
that whine about how bad it was or is
to take, to own, to master, to be first
like our great America, our America First.
So each of us is here today to raise a fist
with pride for being strong, being a man,
being a woman who will and can
give birth to countless real Americans--
proud girls and proud boys who will
stand back and stand by until we decide
what will be done, then call on them to do it.
And so begins our Fight! Fight! Fight!
and should any fact or law or group
get in the way, we say “Screw it!”
is fine for we are the fine people
on that side. We carry the light
into the night, bring our burning
torches to unite the right, that’s right.
And this dawn has dawned so white
and bright, brought us the shining
sun, orange like our maganificent
one, our fortunate son who rises
here today to take his far rightful
place once more as first in line.
Today’s our time, time to climb
up from the hole and claim--
each one of us—this day is mine!
Not theirs. They took it from us
four years ago when we tried
to stop the steal and take this stage
with faithful zeal and patriotic fight.
We failed and did not prevail,
but we are back, and half the voters
have our backs, and at our side
is one grand old party, with its grand
dream of rolling back all the woke,
weak, neutered dreams of equity,
inclusion, and “beloved community”--
all the restraints on the strengths
of the strong like us who dare
to name and claim what’s mine is mine.
The other side talks of taking care
and bringing peace, but they too
know might is right, they live the lie:
spend endless sums on endless war
and genocide, all while ginning up
joy and pride, all while on the sly
taking billionaires’ millions for their side.
We are back and here to say winning
and getting rich is joy, and being white
is a source of pride with no wrongs to right,
except to shut the book on books
that whine about how bad it was or is
to take, to own, to master, to be first
like our great America, our America First.
So each of us is here today to raise a fist
with pride for being strong, being a man,
being a woman who will and can
give birth to countless real Americans--
proud girls and proud boys who will
stand back and stand by until we decide
what will be done, then call on them to do it.
And so begins our Fight! Fight! Fight!
and should any fact or law or group
get in the way, we say “Screw it!”