In his own mind he cannot be a loser,

this is his city, his country, his fief;

those who say different must all be accused of

a plot to support an electoral thief.

 

His firm belief is that history beckons,

claiming there’s fraud but providing no proof;

tells his adherents to come with their weapons,

march on the Capitol, show their reproof.

 

Who knows who listened and came at his bidding,

gathered around in a festering mob,

then all at once they invaded the building,

fighting with lawmen to take back his job.

 

This is a man who exploits disaffection,

spins his agenda to shameless effect,

goading his rabble to armed insurrection

aimed at the country he’s sworn to protect.

 

This was a day when democracy trembled,

watching its ethos abused and defied,

all because one man saw fit to dissemble,

this was a day when America cried.