Red hat marauders in the night
Believe themselves the arbiters
Of what is good and what is right,
As final conquest they rehearse,
When all who don some other hat
Will be pressed down and steamrolled flat.
Red hat believers in the use
Of lies, deception, cheats and fraud
To gain their ends, strive to confuse
Through euphemism, Greed with God,
But treating truth like a backgammon
Reveals them servants but of Mammon.
Red hat thugs (never shy to hurt you)
Wield weaponry backed by invective,
Claiming themselves to hold all virtue
(Albeit inconstant and selective),
And boast God-loving patriots
Themselves when really all are sots.
The red hat, not innocuous,
Became a symbol of their hate,
Which they exude like oozing pus
Whilst claiming that it makes them great—
Republicans, who aim to fight us
To death which are themselves detritus.