Swansong

It's no mistake conservatives make war.
Self-centered and extreme believers all,
in flawless systems keeping spotless score.
Queensbury rules dictate their perfect brawl.
No matter what their height is, all are tall,
And trouncing sin is just another chore.
Scripturally, they didn't really fall
from grace, just took a fast route to the floor.
As traitors of the truth, unfit to share
its joy and light, they charm themselves with lies,
and drooling, they adore the millionaire
while nixing into myth, real Paradise.
On this, Ron Reagan's death day, hawks are boss.
The Frankenstein Messiah mounts his cross.