On Trump's Return to Power

to the tune of Joe Hill

I dreamed that I saw Trump last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I but Trump you’re four years dead.
I never died said he.
I never died said he.

Mike Pence, your toady, shot you down,
he let the voters choose.
Takes more than votes to kill a man,
says Trump, I didn’t lose.

When migrants cross the Rio Grande
to live in the land of the free,
and raise their kids and work their jobs,
they didn’t count on me.

Where Black protesters burn our land
from sea to shining sea,
where lamestream media spouts its lies,
it’s there I’m going to be.

When Bezos, Musk and Zuckerberg
and all the corporate suits
arrive at Mar-a-Lago now
they kneel to lick my boots.
They kneel to lick my boots.

I dreamed that I saw Trump last night
alive as you and me.
Says I but Trump you’re four years dead.
I’ll never die, said he.
I’ll never die, said he.

Paul Robeson singing Joe Hill