Red for the blood that's about to be shed
a skull for the future hopes now likely dead
black for the lives that won't matter to him
a belt that's too tight for our options are slim
blue for the water, and blue for the sky
that will lose all protection now under this guy
cheap shoes for an empire's clay feet now shod
but no white for the bigots who gave him the nod
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