My father was an Anti-Fascist,
A child of immigrants
who worshipped free elections,
And not some flaccid erections of impotent potentates,
Who pump themselves up
On the deaths of humans and institutions great,
Unlike themselves.
My father curses you from his grave,
You greasy garbage-pail, depraved
Beyond redemption, not to mention how
Deprived you are of any shards of soul,
You democracy desecrating asshole, Trump.
My father didn’t want to leave three kids
But yet he did, to fight the Fascists and keep
Us safe from hate-filled autocrats, intent
On killing mothers & babies, and tearing them apart.
My wife’s uncle, at 20, had reasons plenty to stay home
And not run off to Rome, to spend his youth fighting Nazis
So uncouth they pissed on Jewish graves, including his own,
Dug deep into Europe’s hills, before The War was won.
And now, you whine, you Fascist-loving garbage pail,
Face so callow and puffy, skin so pale, voice a callous peale,
To tear down the democratic fortress their blood sealed,
Defeating & containing dictators for 75 years–your lifetime–
You chin-thrusting shill for Russian mobsters, you pig squeal.
My father and his fellow GI’s curse you from their graves,
You draft dodging, Gold-Star Family fucking inanity,
Depraved more than the jackals
Who feasted on the entrails of dead soldiers and civilians,
Growing fat, feasting on the flesh of humans,
In the crassness and crapulence of your full inhumanity.
The soldiers of democracy’s fortune, from here and abroad,
Curse you from their graves, you fraud, knowing the courage of their brave
Friends who, of all colors and faiths, came together for a cause,
Not simply for applause, nor profit, but to save the world,
From avaricious, hate-dripping, autocratic, garbage pails like you.
My father was an Anti-Fascist,
As were 300,000 fellow US Vets who perished,
And 700,000 more who bore bullets in their spines & rumps,
Fighting to save Democracy from the soul-less, like Trump.