Come gather round, ye people all, and hearken to this song,
Of troubled times in distant lands and power running wrong.
The orange king upon his throne looked southwards in the night,
Where Venezuela, ringed with steel, lay silent in his sight.
He called his counsel, gathered close, and spoke with voice of dread:
“A weapon, most insidious, has come to strike us dead.
The Democrats conspire against my future and my name –
Their secret files, their whispered threats, their hunger and their blame.
For deep within the shadow vaults, protected from the law,
Lie Epstein’s passing, cursed tales – a spread of festering maw.
Though promised sealed, they claw and itch behind their iron bars;
They’re waiting for release to burn my party’s shining stars.
So now, to counter threat with threat, I name my foe anew:
‘Tis Venezuela bears the curse, the poison finger, too.
The fentanyl – a foreign tide – flows swiftly through their lands,
And so, with tanks and soldiers braced, I make this bold demand:
We’ll thunder down with all our might and blockade every bay,
Until they yield, confess, retreat, and venom swept away.
Yet whispering winds, across the plains, bring questions grimmer still:
“What price, what cost, in blood and hope, to serve one tyrant’s will?”
For bullets bite not guilty men, nor truth alone may die;
The children play in frightened streets, their mothers left to cry.
Venezuelan hearts – undone – by strangers’ steel and fire,
For secrets in a gilded cage that never will expire.
And o’er the seas, the body bags, the grieving mothers weep
For sons and daughters, broken, gone, while secrets safely keep.
A monument of arrogance, and paedophile’s old shame,
Is written now in ruined lives and families lost to flame.
So lay the blame where blame is due, but count the bodies, too;
A leader’s lust, the nation’s trust, the innocent who knew
That power, greed, and shadows deep can drown a land in pain,
And when the files are opened wide, what, truly, will remain?
Oh, mourn, America, your choice, and reckon, world, the cost –
For truth denied and lives destroyed are innocence lost.
Let not the sword of hubris fall on children’s trembling hearts,
But raise a cry for justice now, before the killing starts.
