Stormtroopers Of Totalitarianism Poem by Paul Amrod

Those leftist radical streetwalkers I have under surveillance
I sit here with my walky-talky in my Oval Office bunker
I have every inner city zeroed in for my intolerance
My stormtroopers are equipped for their blatant conquer
They are uneducated dropouts and filled with white trash
all razor clean yes men bowing to the K.K.K.'s altar.
Exempt from identification with no mug shot or mustache.
Playing with pepper spray, tear gas and filled with dissonance
with unmarked cars wearing no name or badge ready to lash
any protester whether peaceful for we preach malevolence.
Trained to react to each moving shadow we never falter
insidious, repulsive, and ignorant without reconnaissance.
My boys were at Lafayette Square and recently in Portland
They are completely despicable and excite my filthy base.
Always with a lousy mouth spewing out their reprimand
ripe for confrontation lacking reason promoting disgrace.
Slamming their shields against innocent loving martyrs
terrorizing the public making it hard to withstand.
I will in the future be searching for another megalopolis
where I can ruthlessly destroy the Mexican borderland.
Whipping up the misery with the general populous
hoping my mishaps will be forgotten and erased.
Deranging a young man's skull with a brutal assault
dismantling justice as decency has been replaced.
I will be screaming racist slurs being gladly at fault
angering every intelligencia residing in a metropolis.
The two mortal sins I will wash away with hypocrisy
Half-masting the flag for John Lewis' blessed memory.
I wish to voice the complaint against Black Life Matters
for it is painted before my tower which is no grain of salt.
Also hail General Custer and curse the evil chatter
which hails Crazy Horse instead of my autocracy.
The Lakotas are happy with my speech at Mount Rushmore
for we defamed their holy mountains with white theocracy.
I will sweep the streets of the USA like a tyrannosaur
chasing protesters with my stormtroopers arrogance.
This is firstly commencing with my police brutalities.
I have learned from El Cid the courageous Conquistador.
Avoiding my regime's responsibility controlling a pandemic
it doesn't faze me the incredible amount of casualties.
One day I may be caught by the spider of this virus
then I can meet my forefathers in the ancient necropolis.
Perhaps I will finally be enlightened by a hateful inquisitor
why my wishes are bound being thrilled of the systemic
art I misuse my powers and am overjoyed to be simply ominous.