A kindly Southern Gentleman
Decided to destroy
My country for his Kook Lux Clan,
By diabolic ploy.
Although the Government was built
According to clear strictures,
He tested them until the hilt
And heeded his own scriptures.
The utmost icon of his shrine
To disrespect the “Negro”
Serving as president, yours and mine,
Regardless the peligro,
Fracaso as must thence ensue:
He broke the architecture
Of government, with time to do
A sanctimonious lecture.
The kindly gentleman, “Mr. Mitch”
Had dreams—oh, he was Old School—
Of slaves enchained to make him rich:
No, he was not an old fool.
He cocked his eye maliciously,
“I am a criminal”
Declaring, “but that General Lee
Let Southern Virtue fall.
“At Appomattox he sold out,
But what he lost I’ll conquer
Helped by ideologues devout.
I’m just a honky-tonker.”
Enlightenment had gone too far
In raising up the black man,
And so he called for Total War,
Treachery’s crackerjack man.
“We’ll pay them back for Sherman,
We’ll pay them back for Grant,
As force and fraud determine
To get the things we want.
“To hell with jurisprudence,
To hell with rule of law,
We’re Machiavelli’s students,”
Sang Mitch with a guffaw.
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