How can a bird fly to A perch that is sawed off? How can a man climb up A crumbling, dying cliff? How can they find comfort enough With nothing to aid their uplift? We will, mark that we will Fight upward in this age, but The rough binding of the book Conceals a glossy page. Let us rejoice! We will complete a great many Household tasks. Throw red paint to white, take out the dust Which stains our hands to black. And love thy neighbor, Build glorious ramparts To dwarf the ones of past. And build anew a Nation great Where children can run free Teach them the Ten Commandments Teach them who they will be. A perch of air cannot compare To flying on and on. The restless wing-beats of our people A night without the dawn.
This is satire, it is from the point of view of a Republican celebrating Trump's win. Who do you think the dust is? What are the ramparts? Why have I used an example of a bird perching?
