From Maine to Minnesota

Miller’s hate
is at the gate
with ray-bans and zip ties
their fascist heart
a devil’s dart
aimed at the civilized

Masked men with guns
behave like Huns
to meet Millers ugly quota
they brutalize and terrorize
from Maine to Minnesota

A bloated king
doles out their bling
they ask me for my papers
I scream bells will toll
and heads will roll
for pedophiles and rapers

Full mags and clips
they carry chips
of grievance on their shoulder
the hateful raids
of ice brigades
turn citizens to soldiers

We’re all bereaved
its hard to breathe
with black boots on our neck
our blood congeals
they make you kneel
their violence goes unchecked

A bloated king
doles out their bling
they ask me for my papers
I scream bells will toll
and heads will roll
for pedophiles and rapers

Get in their way
they’ll pepper spray
and push you to the ground
You have no say, in the USA
when Ice Men are around

We fight for Alex Pretti
We fight for Renee Good
We fight against oppressors
and for the common good

A bloated king
doles out their bling
they ask me for my papers
I scream bells will toll
and heads will roll
for pedophiles and rapers

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