There once was a woman named Aunt Ifa
She was seen from Portland to Topeka
For every city she had a surprise
And she had a fire in her eyes
See her in Seattle or maybe in Eureka
Yes she was a mean and cruel Auntie
Turning buildings into shanties
Burning up houses and property
Demanding justice, committing robbery
Aunt Ifa was an armed vigilante
An aunt to avoid at Thanksgiving
She's always angry, not forgiving
Maligns you when you've done no wrong
She always hums an anarchy song
An aunt eater from the beginning
Aunt Ifa knows how to play Uncle Sam
And Uncle Sam didn't stop her scam
With her it's "catch and release"
It's the "in thing" to hate the police
Her "righteous" stand is a sham
You used to find her at the land of Chop Not with a squeegee and not with a mop
But she would have spray paint cans
And stimulus checks in her hands
Yelling profanities at all the cops
In downtown Portland if you go for a jog
You will see Aunt Ifa sitting on a log
Sitting there burning our flag
Sitting there smoking a drag
And her brain cells are in a fog
Aunt Ifa's aunt hill brings unrest She seems to like the Pacific Northwest
Plays the divider, not the healer
Just ask Portland Mayor Ted Wheeler
Starting riots in her protests
On the news see these fire aunts
You can hear their unruly chants
Their mission is violence
Media helps with silence
Decency and order they supplant
Auntie will bring over cocktails
Destroys store fronts and retail
Spreading hate and terror
Consumed in ideological error
Opposing views she intends to derail
So Aunt Ifa still runs wild
Never disciplined as a child
Hoodies and dressed in black
The innocent she will attack
Liberty she has reviled
I don't think Aunt Ifa is employed
As I see more cities destroyed
Can't others see the light?
Or is it only those on the right?
But most of us are beyond annoyed
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