as Trump and the like celebrate
and lie, with smiles on their faces,
on their white, blood-stained sheets
i hope they know they cannot get rid of us
they cannot get rid of us
and i instead think about
my family
my fear
and all those who too are in fear
all of their families
all of their hearts
all of our hearts
so heavy, our hearts
he is not my president
he is not my president
he is not my president
this will not be his revolution