The republicans stand
And wonder if they are gods
Sitting upon their throne
Of injustice and corruption
Looking down on the people.
We are like stray cattle,
They seriously think.
They don't know
They refuse to see
And believe we are like the sun
Forever burning with eugenics,
Deathless in spirit
With faces of iron and hearts of steel.

We the people of circumstances
Bounded/enslaved/chained
Surrounded by all sorts of vampire faces.
High above the multitude
That is constantly struggling 
To maintain an existence.
Republicans take their clusters
Of light and lies of better days
Throwing them like bread to homeless dogs.
Because we are worthless they want to believe
We are political targets
Being struck with poisonous darts.

The republicans stand 
and look at each other with crystal eyes.
What shall we do with these people,
They wonder?
We give them drugs/guns/welfare
To shut them up.
We let them get drunk, so they can forget.
And they still complain
About forty acres and a broken down mule.
Shall we bring the sun?
Or snuff out the stars?