This should’ve been your warning before you placed your ballot,
The Haitians came knocking while you smiled and nodded
Springfield saw the first waves in two thousand seventeen
Under Trump's watch, a storm of hate unseen.Temporary Protected Status granted from pain,
Obama started it, Trump tried to end the chain
But Haitians stayed working, legal and strong,
Living in shadows where they didn’t belong.
C-B-P One—Trump’s own app to control the flow,
Yet he calls it "Kamala’s," as if he doesn't know
JD Vance talks “dogs eating,” a neo-Nazi ploy,
Spreading fear and lies that steal hope from joy
Bomb threats rose high, kids trapped in fear,
A Republican town showed what hate looks like here
What comes out of a man defiles his name,
Not the color of skin nor the holder of fame.
From dark hearts and bitter tongues, curses flow,
But God sees the soul, not just what we show
Somalians watched Haitians fall in cruel disgrace,
Called garbage” and others, pushed from a place
Now you see them jumping from Trump's sinking boat,
Did you trust a hand that never gave hope?The same lies recycled, the same venom cast,
Black lives marked with shadows from a hateful past.
They called them “infestations,” not people, but pests,”
While these communities worked, paid taxes, did their best
“Reverse migration” to “cure the pain,”
Deport the poor, feed the racist refrain
Non-compatible with Western ways, the line gets drawn,
Yet their “Western” is white, while the world goes on.“Countries of concern,” “public charge,”
Mapping exclusion like a sinister march.
Poisoning the blood — a phrase so vile,
Draped in disguise, cloaked in a smile.Animals, infestations, illegal aliens
Words used to fracture families and nations
Nine of ten targets, the math is clear,
A white supremacist policy wrapped in fear
Bomb threats echo through Springfield’s air,
Children trembling in a town stripped bare.
This was no accident, pay attention and see,
The system’s racism, a dark tapestry
The Haitian Bridge Alliance raised their voice,
Fighting for justice, making the choice
You blamed Kamala’s app for flows you controlled,
But truth cannot be bought or silenced or sold
Haitians came long before the new dawn broke,
Under G-O-P governors and mayors who spoke
Vance and Trump playing the blame game loud,
Feeding division, inciting a hateful crowd.
The “smart” immigrants who learned the tech,
Mocked and scorned by those who build walls to protect
You can see now, beyond the ballot cast,
In broken lives shadows long will last
What comes out of a man is the truth we must face,
Not votes or flags, but the heart’s disgrace
This isn’t just history, but today’s living pain,
The cycles of hate that keep rising like rain
Before your next vote, remember the cost,
The lives hurt and broken, the futures lost.Because what comes out of a man can build or destroy,
God weighs the soul’s measure, not Trump politics’ ploy
“Poisoning the blood” a phrase so vile,
Draped in disguise, cloaked in a smile
DrummerDave26
