Mid-Summer Nightmare Poem by Brian Aji

It all happened so fast,
Everytime you turn around,
There's a glimpse of the past,
When the good was in town.
But the present ain't so great,
So many lies, So much hate,
My mind filled with disgust,
Over what is so so unjust.
I don't ask for a lot,
But I expect what is fair,
Want these lies to stop,
I'm pulling out my hair.
When I see a certain someone,
I get ready to puke,
He's the start of the lies,
Said we treat 'em like Duke.
Said we treat 'em like the military,
Oh, what a lie!
Said we berate and abuse,
Man, I wanna die!
Said we scare and play favorites,
I am just really enraged,
All I've ever wanted was a fair trade!
Whether out of jealousy or another source,
These lies have steered way off course.
Now we're paying the price,
Though we've done nothing wrong,
The accusations aren't precise,
Over and over, I'm singing this song.
No matter how hard I try,
To get this out of my head,
It keeps creeping in,
The hatred of what this guy said.
I can rhyme like the Beatles all I want,
But unless I do something,
It is I this will taunt.