Each and every
Sordid action
Shockingly demonstrates
They care nothing
For the less fortunate,
Indecency flaunted as virtue,
Cruelty the preferred currency,
A landscape littered with bodies,
Just another piece of refuse
Tossed aside by loathsome ghouls.
Countless prosperous companies
Lamenting that they can’t find
Qualified workers,
Not that there aren’t
Thousands of people applying
Who would eagerly and gratefully
Work for them, starting immediately,
It’s just that leadership
No longer cares to spend
The money to train their employees,
Positions go unfilled,
Mountains of profits accumulate as
Existing workers shoulder the burden.
When asked why there
Is so much acrimony
Between opposing camps and
Whether it’s worse now
Than ever before,
He responds in a manner
Devoid of self-awareness
That we could all benefit
From a more civil tone,
The exact opposite of
What he did when he
Was in a position
To set an example.
She knew what it
Was like growing up
Without food on the table
Because the weather didn’t
Cooperate that season,
Her parents staring
Forlornly into the distance.
She spent many days
Wandering down dusty lanes
Thinking of the time when
She would leave that
Place and start anew
Somewhere where the
Buildings reached for
The clouds, where anything
Was possible, where she
Could run the show.
She made it to the
Halls of power and she
Never missed an opportunity
To destroy families like hers.
Everything was just grand
For the Johnson family
When they were swimming
In money, living in the
Right neighborhood,
Associating with the
Toniest socialites,
Disparaging people
Who weren’t as fortunate,
And just enjoying the
Perks of being at
The top of the food chain.
All that changed when
Circumstances beyond
Anyone’s control emptied
Their pockets, leaving them
Destitute and looked down upon
By their former best friends.
Unable to feel for
Anyone but himself,
He doubles down on
The only thing he knows:
Putting others down
In order to garner support
For his transparently
Awful agenda,
Cruelty for its own sake,
Pandering to the
Darkest impulses of
His damaged followers.
Flailing uncontrollably
At unseen foes.
Purchasing implements of violence
That never soothe.
Unable to silence
The constant din.
Reacting out of fear
Instead of love.
Someone hurt him
A long time ago.
Today, he punishes others for
His inner turmoil.
Seeking help not an option,
Only the perpetuation of pain.
Each day passes,
More fetid than the last.
Sitting by himself
In a staid office,
Accompanied by all
The memories that
Have hardened him
Beyond reason,
A gnarled knot of
Repressed pain issuing
Decisions that routinely
Damage human beings,
A violent vortex
Nothing escapes.
