The Doomed Beast

The doomed beast thrashes, lashes

In a spasm of desperate and forlorn hope

Blindly clinging to a dogma obsolete

Can't see destruction at the end of their rope

Seek to overturn and watch democracy burn

Orange flames reflect one man's will,

Consumed in his conflagration of fear,

All the while choking on his poison pill

Shit rolls downhill in a cascading wall,

Sweeping them to oblivion and the scrapheap

Obsolete and bankrupt, their beliefs their undoing

Same tired crop, a bitter harvest they reap