(with humblest apologies to Jesus and Albert Hay Malotte, composer)
Our Frother who art in heaven,
Creator of Trump’s fame.
Lord of the dumb
Non-whites you shun
And war, yes! Clearly your leaven.
Scoffing at those who live in dreads,
And enriching the rich, enabling the abettors.
United States, favorite nation.
The immigrants deserve upheaval
The poor are the real scum
They should cower
A sob story
Whatever!
Say when!
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