What good is mouthing empty rhetoric about “honoring our Veterans,” when this country voted for a leader who dishonors them with every breath he takes.
NOV 11, 2024
(My father, Alphonse Villano, “courting” my mother, Margaret DeSimone, in 1939, before they were married, and before my father went off to fight against Fascism in WWII.)
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 bottom-sucking losers, depraved
Beyond redemption, not to mention how
Deprived you are of any shards of soul,
You democracy desecrating domestic terrorists.
My father didn’t want to leave three kids
But yet he did, to fight the Fascists and keep
Us safe from hate-filled fanatics, 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 smirk, you feces-smearing Trumpholes,
White faces contorted into masks of hate, voices vicious howls,
To tear down the democratic fortress Our Fathers’ blood sealed,
Defeating & containing anti-democrats for 75 years,
You chin-thrusting shills for criminals & cretins, you pig squeals.
My father and other fathers curse you from their graves,
You fucking, Fascist-loving inanities,
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.
Our Fathers of democracy’s fortune,
Curse you from their graves — you failures;
Knowing the courage of their brave friends,
Who, of all colors and faiths,
Came together for a cause,
Not simply for revenge, profit or applause,
But to save the world,
From avaricious, grotesque garbage pails like you.
My Father was an Anti-Fascist,
As were 300,000 of his brothers who perished,
And 700,000 more who bore bullets in their spines & rumps,
Fighting to save his loves, from soul-less terrorists,
Pissing in the halls of Congress,
Like Nazis desecrating synagogues,
Taking orders from deranged demagogues.
My father, your father, our fathers
Were Anti-Fascists, and Anti-Racists,
Who believed that by fighting hate anywhere,
The threat to life and love could be kept from everywhere.
So how dare we, abandon the cause, forget their cost,
And yield our freedom, our breath, to those already lost?