A Curse

Abbettors of violence and lies
Overseeing the rise
Of our homegrown American fascism
Where corporate money is king
May you never again be at peace
May your dreams be filled the scene
Of our Capitol under seige
With a would-be Mussolini
Urging on his violent cohorts
May your days be haunted with knowing
How you failed the nation, the world
Disgraced yourselfves and your office
By your lack of integrity, courage
To do what you knew in your hearts
To be right before God, before history
May your reputations forever
Be corroded like rotted old iron
A stain on the country's blotter
May your grandchildren find you pitiful
May you come to suffer the knowledge
Of how and why you failed
Your own and your country's honor
And the price of your cowardly greed!!