A savage clamor fouls the sacred air,
The woke scream forth, their voices barbed and shrill,
With rabid cries they rend what once was fair,
A traitor’s lust within their twisted will.

The flag unfurled, with stars of liberty,
And Constitution, bedrock of our creed,
They smite with scorn, a dark fraternity,
To crush the signs where honor’s roots were freed.

Their cause ascends, stained thick with evil’s grime,
Corruption’s mark upon their howling throng,
Yet still these emblems stand through vilest time,
Defiant both, though lashed by wicked wrong.

We guard the Constitution, pure and grand,
Against this rot, with steady heart and hand.