It could happen here

In Donald's fascist  daze imagining
the Land of Opportunity is closed
if you don't kneel to the god of his wing
or he does not like the shape of your nose
our nation's flesh and blood's all immigrant
discarded peasants of the Old Country
our peoplehood's a trait that's emergent
a tribe bespoke to fit a land that's free
so sons of Abraham, join hands, stand tall
against the nativist mob's hue and cry
what denigrates the one denigrates all
if not united, we will singly die
as Martin Niemöller explained so well
where we disown our kin we  make a Hell