Proletarian Yacht Club - Red Hats

Is it great again?
Did you save your homeland from the terrorists and immigrants?
What's next to dread?
Is there anybody left who is threatening your heritage?
You must be proud
Privileged from birth but not enough to go around
So you close the gates
Let the outsiders determine their own fates

While the villagers are busy building walls and digging moats
The King commands his staff to count and polish his piles of gold

Has the swamp been drained?
A mass extinction by an invasive strain
Now the bed is dry
An infestation by a brand-new parasite
And you watch it spread
Zealots at worship while the ecosystem is bled
When all life is gone
Scavengers arrive to feast upon the bones

Never dreamed the working class would side with bankers
Everybody wants a share of monetized anger

Red hats upon your heads like paper crowns
They promise a baptism only to let you drown

Written by:
Gregory Kane

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