[Trumper Warning]
Sunset and racist star,
And one last tweet for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too yuge for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the GOP
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out the bourne of our white race
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my God’s caucasian face
When I have crost the bar.