ode to the city

Out of the muck, out of the slime,
come specters that are hardly benign,
Thumping their Bibles and wrapped in the flag,
they spew a rhetoric that makes you gag,

They back a cause that would make anyone pause.
And strip away our rights just because.
We need to send them back, back to the slime,
Where they can mire for all of time.
EDH