Dear Friends,
The globalists, progressives, and Labour,
They run on grift, lies, and political favor,
Better expect nothing,
Having the morals and ethics of vapor.
A government double standard takes some gall,
The big walk away as the little guy takes a fall,
A polygraph for thee,
Because the elite are held to no standard at all.
A president speaking truth will find,
He’s put the deep state in a bind,
It hasn’t a heart,
Lives by wrath and is fiendishly unkind.
Exploiting authority to pervert the law,
Obvious corruption filthy and raw,
Above it themselves,
As elites wield it tooth and claw.
Murder to the elite isn’t a big deal,
Unless the victim is a big wheel,
Courts defective,
And we regular folk aren’t supposed to feel.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
