Wants a man, for God and kin,
To make their land great again.
But that greatness is out of reach
And this man, by wealth grasps at power,
While from wealth, that power eludes him.
As by blood, proclaims he,
That our southerly neighbours,
Through wanton malice and scorn,
Bring about the pure and proper doom,
The total destruction of this land.
Reports he, that 20,000 or more,
Those devout followers, attend
To his words and ideals,
Packt like sardines
Into a five-times-too-small venue.
And in an attempt at admiration,
For his lineage, spake he
That, were his daughter of another's blood,
He and her would bond quite differently
Wherein anyone of sound, stable mind
Realises the depravity he exhibits.
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