Nauseous
We now have six people with absolute power.
Is this really a victory or just our darkest hour?
Our God given free will is no longer in play.
Fifty years of progress has been lost to us this day.
Our laws can be changed behind a locked private door.
I guess the power of the people, and their vote is no more.
A new era is upon us, reorientation has begun.
Forget about your ballots, that’s all over and done.
What comes next, the chicken or the egg?
They are not going to stop with just an arm or a leg.
Their righteous morality on us they will force.
The next abomination will be Gay rights of course.
What color is your skin, do you think you are free?
They can put you in shackles, if that’s where they want you to be.
It's now the power of the kitchen, the closet and slave.
So much for our future, we’re headed back to the cave.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2022
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