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The Stupid God's anointed came with glee
That many had hoped not again to see:
Joy from those who think that folk should be
Divided, ranked by color of their skin
Of whether they grow hair upon the chin,
And think that doing otherwise is sin.
If sin there is to be found in the world,
It lies in seeing that foul flag unfurled
That 'round a shameful pole had once been curled
But should instead have been cast into flame
And rendered into ash, and held in shame,
And only to be spat upon be named--
Yet Stupid God's adherents hold it high,
And while they do, they seem safe under sky.