My days are numbered
And my time ain't long
But all y'all gonna be here
...Long after...I'm gone
At the cusp of anarchy
A Fuehrer's conceivable
With America at the brink
....Of political....upheaval
That Evangelical crowd
.....For crying.....out loud
Bear no credible reason
For believing...in God
....Therein....the danger
That child in the manger
His Christianity abused
...Even...more stranger
Hitler was a church-man
There ain't no denying
So saith his writings
History's supplying
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An America at the brink
Of political....upheaval
.....Reality of a Fuehrer
Now literally....conceivable
....My days thus numbered
And my time....ain't long....
But all y'all gonna be here
....Long after.....I'm gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem