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My Father Was An Anti-Facist.
My father was an Anti-Fascist,
A child of immigrants
who worshipped free elections,
And not some flaccid erections of impotent potentates,
Who pump themselves up
On the deaths of humans and institutions great,
Unlike themselves.
My father curses you from his grave,
You bottom-sucking losers, depraved
Beyond redemption, not to mention how
Deprived you are of any shards of soul,
You democracy desecrating domestic terrorists.
My father didn’t want to leave three kids
But yet he did, to fight the Fascists and keep
Us safe from hate-filled fanatics, intent
On killing mothers & babies, and tearing them apart.
My wife’s uncle, at 20, had reasons plenty to stay home
And not run off to Rome, to spend his youth fighting Nazis
So uncouth they pissed on Jewish graves, including his own,
Dug deep into Europe’s hills, before The War was won.
And now, you whine, you feces-smearing Trumpholes,
