They screech about
Government overreach
When it exposes their
Brazen malfeasance.
Everything’s fine
As long as you leave them
Alone to revel in their
Degenerate practices.
Targeting and subjecting
Certain people to
Routine abuse and
Disenfranchisement.
Bullies working out
Their inner turmoil
On the defenseless,
Just another day.
The painful sadness
Of an agile mind
Succumbing to fear,
Leaving behind any
Hope of a brighter day,
Crumpling into sorrow,
Unable to hear
A beautiful song of
Courage and love.
How can I go back when it
Felt so horrible spending time with
Someone who never thought of
Anyone else?
Oppressively difficult.
A narcissist’s overwhelming
Love for only himself.
Compassion not part of the conversation.
Miserly kindness doled out in
Anticipation of what he’ll get back.
Prickly nerves ready to
Fire off in a defensive storm.
A specter that obscures others.
Many long months of
Forced inactivity.
Staring blankly
Out the window.
No longer part of
The regular world.
To and fro they go,
Living their lives.
Normality such
A foreign concept.
They were once
Wealthy and exploited
Their workers with
Unmitigated gusto,
Their status and
Influence unchecked.
Then the bottom
Fell out, their
Joy ride halted
By a tidal wave
Valuing the common man
Instead of the magnate.
They complain bitterly,
Never getting over
The loss of riches
That weren’t theirs
But for the toil
Of the many.
Regardless of
Steppe or clime,
They band together
Under draconian law.
Subjugating all who
Do not conform to
An archaic, twisted
View of the world.
The suffering
Are always those who
Have no stake in
Perpetuating fear.
No longer
Putting up with
Being forced to
Live as second-class
Citizens
Bowing to
Their oppressors.
They march
In the streets
Not because
They want to
But because
They have
No other choice.
It’s clear
He doesn’t
Feel a thing
When he talks
About killing
The youth.
Compassion absent,
He mechanically
Recounts how
He wouldn’t
Change a thing,
Just another day.
It’s clear
He doesn’t
Feel a thing
When he talks
About killing
The youth.
Compassion absent,
He mechanically
Recounts how
He wouldn’t
Change a thing,
Just another day.
