A border “czar’s” flaccid threat—
Revere’s ride echoes once more.
As red coats shift to red ICE hats,
Return five riding spirits of yore.

The “red hats” are coming?
The irony is not lost on me—
In the…[checks notes]…
21st century?

In their delusions of power,
A fragile decree—
Within a doomsday clock,
Their match could set this free.

Ghosts of tea in the harbor remain,
At this crossroad’s fickle impasse.
History’s emphatic, lamentful song
Shatters a feigned crown of glass.

A warning ignored and distorted,
Blatant screams of the past.
A fake crisis was needed—
Now crumbling, failing fast.

Inflated egos and power trips
Won’t allow them to back down.
Cracks form in their iron grips—
We will not kneel to a phony crown.

As we fight surging tyranny,
Winds of change still blow.
From sea to shining sea,
Rising tides they cannot hold.