The Battle Hymn of the Donald



Dear Editor:

 

Walking past 13 Chestnut St. on Boston’s Beacon Hill, one notes that the progressive poet Julia Ward Howe (1819-1910) was living here when the Atlantic Monthly published her pro-Union anthem “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” in 1862. In these troubled times, one can almost hear her singing this updated version:

 

Mine ears have heard the story of the coming of the Trump,

He has trampled on our values and then dropped them in the dump,

He hath loosed his Twitter finger and is clever as a stump,

His lies go marching on!

 

Chorus

Donald, Donald, hallelujah!

Donald, Donald, hallelujah!

Donald, Donald, hallelujah!

His lies go marching on!

 

I have seen him at his rallies, railing at his flock of sheep;
They have builded him an altar in the red states where they sleep;
When they hear his garbled sentences, they seem to think he’s deep—
His lies go marching on!

 

In the beauty of his billions, he has scorn for other lands,

Since he never reads his briefing books, he never understands,

Yet he holds the fate of nations in his teeny, tiny hands,

His lies go marching on!

 

Chorus

Glory! Glory! Mar a Lago!

Glory! Glory! Mar a Lago!

Glory! Glory! Mar a Lago!

His lies go marching on!

 

He has taken little children from their desperate parents’ hands,

Ridiculed the climate crisis that he fails to understand,

Embraced the cruelest tyrants who rule over darkened lands —

His lies go marching on!

 

The lies he tells stand open for the whole stunned world to see:

“Some Nazis are good people, Putin never did help me.”

As America turns darker from sea … to …  rising … sea—

His lies go marching on!

 

Chorus

Donald, Donald, hallelujah! etc.

 

High above in Deist heaven, gathered in a worried band

The spirits of the founders have all come to understand

That a vain, unpatriotic, greedy liar rules the land —

Their remedy’s at hand:

 

Chorus

“We hold this truth to be self-evident:

Trump was not created to be president.

Nancy Pelosi and the Congress, we beseech:

Impeach, Impeach, IMPEACH!”

 

Paul Lewis

East Blue Hill

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