They come in masks, boots, all in black,
With “sacred duty” steaming from their breath,
To shield the homeland from invented attack—
All those they’ve marked for civic death.

“By blood or sweat, we’ll get there yet”—
A government slogan, shared and praised,
Retweeted, liked—lest we forget—
Echoes of our darkest days.

They cruise the gun shows, work the lots
At NASCAR tracks, at cage-fight nights,
Where wounded men connect the dots
And grievances are crowned as rights.

No college needed, fifty grand to draw—
Just aim your rage at foreign hordes,
A readiness to break the law,
And be the tyrant’s loyal swords.

One law for friends, one for the lower class
They’ve branded enemies of the state,
Where constitutions fracture into glass
As the tyrant plots behind his iron gate.

“One Homeland. One People. One Heritage”—
The tweet goes out, the lie is sown,
Goebbels’ ghost howls above the wreckage:
The Big Lie lives; it’s found its throne.

They shot Renee Good in the bitter cold,
Then branded her a “terrorist bitch,”
While Vance smiled on—brazen, bold—
Absolving every nervous twitch.

They shot Alex Pretti, armed and free,
Then damned the gun he’d legally carried—
“Shall not be infringed” bends at the knee
When the one infringed is the one they buried.

The court, once balanced, tips the scale
For thieves in suits with gilded claws,
While those who cannot make their bail
Are crushed within its grinding jaws.

We’ve watched this show before—we know
The “temporary” tyrant’s scheme,
How “emergency” measures grow
Into the accustomed regime.

So this is what the eagle guards:
Not freedom’s consecrated flame,
But jackboots storming through the yards
Of those they’ve taught us all to blame.