Parades and Crusades

We’re stuck with a child in DC

The whole world can easily see

One that throws regular tantrums

Haunted by bigoted phantoms

From centuries long ago passed

Idolizing India’s caste-

System of discrimination

By covert communication

When he insists on a parade

And his military crusade

Throwing weight via planes and tanks

All the while mistreating the ranks

As minions naïve and nettled

Rebellious and unsettled

Acquiesce with the wretched dolt

Inspiring many to revolt

written by Kastinovich