A wave of discontent
Razes all traces of
Normalcy and leaves a
Gaping void that some
Charlatan eagerly steps
Into, promising to
Return everything to
Some mythic stasis,
Where everything was okay
And everyone knew
His place, a land of
Promise for a few.
An institution created by people
With an insatiable need to control
Others and enrich themselves at
The expense of the needy and
Gullible.
A cleverly designed trap, difficult to
Escape without risking death or
Eternal torment. Dogmas lined up in
A pretty little row, questioning
Forbidden.
Surrender your free will, you don’t
Have to worry about a thing,
We’ve got it all planned out,
A totalitarian scheme to divest you
From all.
They look up to him
As some kind of sage and
He’s more than happy
To use their adulation
As an excuse to
Behave reprehensibly,
Swollen with self-importance,
Believing his own hype,
A rubbish-filled fraud
Strutting around on a stage
Looking for his next victim.
Nothing can
Stop their agenda,
Broken people
Trying to feel
More secure in
A world made
Dangerous by them.
Self-fulfilling prophecy.
Duplicity,
Incompetence,
Cowardice.
Reversing many years
Of precedent,
Supporting a cruel
Authoritarian ideology,
Lining their cronies’ pockets,
Keeping political allies happy,
They open the floodgates of
Brutality,
Countless people’s lives
Ending violently,
Children murdered,
Destabilizing society for power,
Psychopathic lack of remorse.
Dangerous belief systems
Built on hatred of
Some other group,
Steeped in abuse,
Minds forced shut,
Self-described victims
Victimizing others,
No room for negotiation,
All or nothing,
Complete annihilation.
One-way conversation,
Let me tell you how it is,
Your opinion doesn’t matter,
My word is the law,
I’m talking now,
You don’t have a say,
Keep it to yourself,
If you don’t like the rules, leave,
I’m the boss here,
You listen to me.
One person talking,
The other not there.
Let’s design an amusement
Where I win every time and
Laugh hysterically with my
Cohort about how well
Things are going,
Shaking our heads in disbelief at
The splendid hand we’ve
Been dealt repeatedly,
Expectedly. With each
Giddy chortle of victory and
Puff of self-satisfaction,
Drink from the chalice,
Wine in such plentiful supply
It oxidizes, insipid.
Standing in front of an audience
Offering dubious expertise
Projected upon him by
Equally clueless followers,
The mere fact that he stumbled into
Being in the right place at
The right time and made
Mountains of money
Leads people, including himself,
To believe he has some special ability
That others don’t, beyond sheer luck.
He talks at length about
Nothing that matters.
