Cry for the children, drown us with your fake tears.
Shout out your abortions, monger your fake fears.
Women will die in backalleys, yeah, if they’re mugged.
Or strung out on heroin or fentenyl drugged.
Quit with your bullcrap, Sing it to your choir.
Quit running around with your fake purple hair afire.
If you must kill your babies, go where it’s allowed.
Or deliver your baby alive, make your ancestors proud.
Cry for your hero transgenders, who are grooming our kids.
Talking young school children into flipping their ids.
Cry out your stupid pro-nouns, change them at will.
Do you think the devil will use them when you’re in Hell.
Cry for evils you claim were perpetrated by Donald Trump.
When he’s only guilty of making democrats chumps.
Blame him for everything, all the wicked you’ve done.
That encompasses most everything under the Sun.
Cry your fake tears, for children shot up in our schools.
by killers, confused and wacked out, groomed to be ghouls.
Groomed by the left, so the right can be framed.
The truth always comes out, the left should be blamed.
Cry for yourselves, and the doom you are chasing.
Your souls compromised by the evil you’re embracing.
Cry for your own fate, if your evil dreams come to pass.
Then finally wake up and pull your head out of your ass.
D.L. Crockett — 8/1/22