He has a mandate
A stamp of approval
From an ignorant, selfish public
With their heads in the ground.
Our vast land of overfed orks.
Crosses soaked in blood
Hanging from their necks,
Lying on the ground.
They betray the teachings of Jesus and Mohammed.
Betray the prophetic
Embrace the Constantinian.
Embrace lies and manipulation,
Embrace brazen arrogance.
He is neither compassionate
Nor conservative
Fear and intimidation are his tools
Manufacturing consent.
Spewing empty rhetoric
With the backdrop of red, white and blue.
They line up in obedience
Eyes glazed over
From the hours staring at the opiate,
Like some Orwellian nightmare,
Leading to an abyss.
Void of thoughtfulness,
Void of compassion,
Void of resilience.
They ask which hole to punch,
Which button press
In the farce of the November tally.
Some stand aside with their heads out of the sand,
Faces flushed,
Tears rolling down their cheeks,
Seeing their loved ones fall
Asking how this could be.
About Me
- lawrence
- As a teenager, I subscribed to the notion that one should "retire" (read: celebrate life) in his twenties so he could learn from the world less encumbered by material trappings and only then should he settle in to adulthood. The world may be a more compassionate place. This, I believe, is true luxury. I am now in my forties.
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