Was a minute-long rendition of his usual dog whistle. Between the lines, he signaled “voter fraud” with wordless clarity And offered up “We love you” with transparent insincerity. But Dumpty’s words, alas, were far too little and too late. The damage was inflicted, and the horse had left the gate. On the Hill, the mob receded, their destructive passion spent, Convinced that they’d exulted their exalted president. The Capitol lay desecrated, vandalized, and scarred At the tragic late arrival of the luckless National Guard. They beheld the bludgeoned victims of the brutalizing throng, Soldiers
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