Prate On

A poison pen And a hypocritical conscience Can so easily be cloaked in High morality Prate on Knock them down With words Slay them in the name of Public opinion Write on Right all the supposed wrongs That provides fodder to pay your bills With that pen of ignorance With the ink of ill-will that Masks all your inner demons Traduce them all Surmise Assume Prate Slay Affect moralistic outrage The transparency of everyone else’s wrongs Apparent to only you Who feels the need to spare no one And to condemn all The power of your mighty pen The deftness of your opinion Acquires a following Of feckless drones Who lift you on high Parading you as a modern day hero A champion of the little man None can see the Janus and Cant in you Nor the hypocrisy that fuels you Or the revenge that maintains you You are a monster Happy with words of destruction No fairness No compromise No letting be You are king But only for now The short term mind-set that compels you Will conquer another day Those that praise will One day slay