All they who laugh return not in triumph-

Some cackle blackly, bitter and lost.

Not all those who face, proud, their assassin are smitten;

Liberty is commanded by God, and equity is her cost.

The bright and old that is strong shall ne'er wither,

Though jealous lightnings and axes may chip and shatter, in the hands of Democrats-

The Deep roots of Republic are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes of the anarchic riots of the BLM, a fire of Populism has been woken,

A light of hope from the shadows of chaos and inflation now springs;

- Renewed shall be the dynasty that was betrayed and broken -

The Donald again shall reign supreme!