Everything about Trump and his fanatical followers makes a mockery of the things our fathes, our brothers, and ourselves carried to war and home.
May 25, 2026
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 terrorists,
Humanity’s black holes.
My father didn’t want to leave three kids
But yet he did, to fight the Fascists and keep
Us safe from hate-filled fanaticism, intent
On killing mothers & babies, and tearing them apart,
Brutally separating families, for sport, & lack of heart.
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 grotesque they pissed on Jewish graves, including his own,
Dug deep into Europe’s hills, before The War was won.
And now, you whine, you feces-smearing Trumpholes,
White faces contorted into masks of hate, and vicious howls,
Tearing down the delicate democracies Veterans’ blood sealed,
Defeating & containing destroyers like you for 75 years,
You chin-thrusting shills for criminals & cretins, you pig squeals.
My father and his fellow GI’s curse you from their graves,
You fucking, insane, deranged inanities,
Depraved more than the jackals
Who eat the entrails of dead soldiers, children and civilians,
Growing fat, feasting on the flesh of others, sisters, brothers,
In the crassness and crapulence of your full inhumanity.
The soldiers of freedom’s fortune, here and abroad,
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 applause, revenge, nor profit, but to save the world,
From avaricious, hate-dripping, garbage pails like you.
My father fought the Fascists,
As did 300,000 fellow US Vets who perished,
And 700,000 more who bore bullets in their spines & rumps,
Fighting to save Democracy from soul-less, anti-human terrorists,
Storming the halls of Congress, Kristallnacht every night,
Taking orders from tyrants, like Orban, Hegseth & Trump.
My father, a Veteran of a foreign war,
Anti-Fascist, anti-racist, memorialized for his love,
Of family, of life, of the struggle it takes to survive,
Who believed fighting inhumanity everywhere,
Would keep us safe, forever, here,
Would keep us free, protected and alive.
Don’t mouth the words of memory when you have none;
Don’t invoke their struggle when you’ve not known one;
Don’t wave some jingoistic flag under which he fought,
Don’t think his sacrifice is something that can be bought.
I spit on you from my father’s grave,
And the burial grounds, of the poor, like him,
Fertilizer for rich men’s wars,
Plowed under for patriotic reasons, long ignored,
While you fake love for what’s free and brave,
For power, and for profit, and because, because…
You never learned how to behave, like a human.