Today we read the lines
Tremulously unravel occult patterns in bloody palms
Cast fearful astrologies to broken constellations
Search silent leaves for divination of future travesty.

We ignore little hints that trickle in the wicked words.

Today we ask only for this county to be ours.
Tomorrow we ask them to leave.
Or we make them leave by foot, by bus, by blood.

America for Americans!

We repeat the mistakes of our fathers
Again don hood and raise burning cross.

America for Americans!

In their own minds, Germans did not think
They were racist
Either. It was economics.
Patriotism.
Purity.
Germany for Germans they wanted
Protection from those without rights.

Our own history speaks.
And we run ears stopped hearts cold along the Trail of Tears to the Rio Grande
pointing to the great smoky stacks of Auschwitz in self-righteous indignation
as we build higher walls between

Them. and Us.

It's not the same, we declare beneath a shameless waving flag.
This is red-blooded patriotism and eagle scout honor and one nation under god.

Our god. One nation soon becomes

One blood.

One race.

One people.

to the ignorant exclusion of others less superior than ourselves.

Little steps, little steps taken towards the good, the right, the best, the only.

The victim of our purifying massacre is the future.

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