The Brazilian Capital Hurricane Song (to the tune of ‘Hurricane’ by Bob Dylan)

A mangy mob attacks the capital building
Not D.C. now but rather Brazil
A copy of Trump’s triumph first hand
Right winger nutters just out for a thrill

Here comes the story of Bolsanaro
As close as you’ll ever get to an exact clone
A die cost model of the original man
Also just as rotten right down to the bone

A carbon copy of January sixth
The National Congress was the seat of the fray
They raided the place, smashed what they could
Out of sheer joy they would openly say

Meanwhile Bolsonaro was conveniently away
Vacationing in Florida is what he seemed to be
“I had not idea such a thing would happen”
He told reporters “It was nothing to do with me!”

One has to question such a man
Who will stay in power any way he can
Was he really there just getting a tan
Or was he pretending not to be in on the plan?

Bolsonaro, he needs to be tried
And deserves to be totally fried
He is Trump in another sort of wool
But equally as devious a sort of fool

Should these attacks go unjustified?
Is it that Bosonalro rightly lied?
They need to have them all tried
And to the prison, get a free ride

Their aims are based on a sludge of lies
Their actions the work of fascist ties
They have only the narrowest of minds
which to destruction tightly binds

Is this the way of our coming future
That these Nazi’s can go unperturbed
They need a sound response
For all they’ve disturbed

Take them down and make they all pay
For all they destroyed on that god awful day
Don’t let them think they are true patriots
When rather they are just thuggish idiots!

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