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When all is said and done,  

And the pages of history finally get written—if they get written at all—  

We’ll come to see the masquerade for what it truly was,  

This notion they called "MAGA."

We’ll understand the fractures, the ideological chasms,  

Between those who grasped the meaning,  

And those lost in a parallax view—disconnected, uninformed,  

Blind to the moment unfolding before their eyes.

When crooks, thieves, liars, chauvinists, and narcissists  

Became the fashion of the day—  

When those values were craved by souls left behind,  

Not by circumstance, but by self-pity’s heavy hand,  

Refusing to rise, refusing to fight,  

Refusing to learn, to educate, to belong—  

Much like the immigrants they once scorned,  

As if branded—like the Star of David sewn to their clothing,  

Or the scarlet “A” seared into their gowns—  

Marked, shamed, and cast away.

Yes, it’s time to fight back,  

To battle this hollow facade that leads us to the edge of an abyss.  

We must rise above, bring everyone to the light,  

Show them the only way out is through the truth.

And for those who hide behind their holy books  

To justify atrocities long committed—  

Let the truth set them free,  

Let them see the hypocrisy laid bare,  

And on bended knee, let them whisper,  

“Lord, I have sinned.”

Rolando Matias