Hell's Too Good For You
a song/poem for the GOP Nazis
I'm such a fool for thinking...
That you had even an inkling...
Of compassion for these corralled men.
But then I saw you laughing...
Joyful about the trapping...
Of human beings dying in a pig pen.
/
It's happening again...
The most unconscionable sin...
And you sit on your ass just waiting...
You fucking talk endlessly and debating...
/
Hell's too good for people like you...
Dancing as you fuck over your own country.
Hell's too good for people like you...
You won't be dancing when liberty rings.
/
I hope you a live a long time in an 8x10 cell...
I hope it was worth it when they take everything else...
I hope it was worth it when you can't get a wink of sleep
Because the nightmares of your victims won't ever leave.
I hope your children grow up to become good people...
And they begin to see you as a force of evil.
I hope it tortures you every night and day...
I hope you see the face of God before he throws you away in shame.
/
Hell's too good for people like you...
Laughing as you steal food from children's mouths.
Hell's too good for people like you...
At least every soul deported debits your account.
Hell's too good for people like you...
Leaving elderly and disabled to die in the streets.
Hell's too good for people like you...
I hope every minute in captivity
Feels like an eternity.
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CT Idlehouse
I write stories and articles. Sometimes they're good.
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i just discovered you today and this poem is so relevant!!
Powerful… very powerful.
Congrats on the Top Story! The message here is important. What's happening is so evil.
My sentiments exactly Fantastic poem! Really earned that Top Story! :)
Congratulations on Top Story about the multiple POS in charge. Good job!
A very Dylanesque ballad and a good Top Story!
Every word was felt deep within me and now I don’t feel so all alone…thank you.
Same. They are truly disgusting. Well said and articulated. 💜
Bold and fiercely direct. The rawness here leaves no room for indifference—it's a gut-punch that resonates deeply. Powerful writing.
Wow, your writing really pulled me in from the very first line! Your voice is so unique and powerful. Do you happen to have any published works on Amazon? I’d love to explore more of your content.
Fierce, unapologetic, and emotionally charged — this poem hits like a storm. The rawness in your words makes the anger feel earned, and the pain undeniably real. Powerful work.
That sounds great to me. thanks