The four horsemen are now mounting up
And getting ready to begin their last ride.
^
First out of the barn will be a white Stallion
Who rears at the thought of Conquest and power.
Trump is aboard with a crown on his head
And the Antichrist mantle thrown over his shoulders.
^
Behind him prances the red Bronco of War
With Vladimir Putin safely astride him
A broadsword in each hand, both already bloodied.
^
The black Mare of Famine kicks out at it’s stall door
Awaiting the coming of Ben Netanyahu,
Still busy blockading the food from the starving.
^
The pale steed that’s waiting for Elon to mount up
Has his scythe by the saddle, awaiting his hand
To deliver the Death that he’s promised to hopefulness.
^
The stable is ready
Its doors are wide open.
The call of the trumpets
Has not yet been heard
But only the pounding of
Impatient hooves that are
Eagerly wanting
To be out and away
ljm