Dumbledore looks inept
He didn’t have a clue
To distract death eaters, like the media
But he had nothing on you.
Merlin is old fashioned
He cared about tables round
Your ways of manipulation
Makes alternative facts sound
Gandalf with his staff
Bolsters warriors to protect a ring
But you, sir, want to badly go back
When climate change wasn’t a thing
Dr. Strange was a real doctor
Medicine and magic, such power
But you, a Snakeoil Salesman
Makes mole holes out of a tower.
Can this mundane world hold you?
Will this democracy survive?
Will my children have a future?
Will our species continue to thrive?
Your finger is on the trigger
No wand, no cape, no spell
You, Masterful Angry Dark Wizard
Are creating a Masterful Hell.