In Through the out Door

They’re at the fences,

They’re at the border,

Your brand new gospel-

“deny them any quarter”.

You want a blockade,

You’ll draw your swords,

God save your sovereignty,

From syndicated crime-lords.

Completely righteous,

Save a little slandering,

God blessed your district-

With lies and gerrymandering.

This revolution will not be televised,

Unless ethics can suddenly be advertised.

Sibilance.

Mic check for the deviants.

Why is grace now civil disobedience?

Lights on,

Mercy for an encore

They’re coming in,

In through the out door.

To all the hungry,

You locked the doors.

You sunk the thirsty,

Before their boats make the shores.

To every stranger,

You closed the gates.

Your new gospel:

Spitting venom,

Black with hate.

You sold them out,

Saying “anything for sponsorships”-

A self-imposed-Orwellian-apocalypse.

Your new god,

He loves blind conformity,

So pledge allegiance,

And wave your flags in uniformity.

You were once a stranger on this soil,

Serpents at your heart, will they not uncoil?

Your brother’s at the door- bless the poor in spirit,

Your sister’s in a cage- but you do not fear it.