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Run Through in Babylon

Friends, I wish to speak, 
but they have cut out my tongue. 
So I fumble...

Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong, 
and your passion true. 
However, it is the content of which, 
I would have stated my thoughts, 
provoked from despair,
into a desperate plea.
Against you...
against me. 
But and always...
against them. 

In the streets on the corner, 
"ganda" is talked up, 
(propaganda: made up facts by those in power, 
to promote even greater strength by deceit.)
about everything that is bad 
and happening less than perfect,
in the world.
Tiny Kong is beaten to a pulp, 
citizens torn apart in the streets, 
for meat, 
for potatoes, 
and for organs eaten by the rich, 
and elegant of taste. 

The east, far from here, 
they kill and murder Christians, 
Jews and saints with equal vigor. 
There is no reason to tell them apart, 
or upset the apple cart. 
Deals made in the dark, 
by sold out government traitors, 
sworn to their own cause, 
without pause for effect, 
to the green deal, 
or the appeal to the lower class. 

I watch TV, and wince at the news. 
Lies mixed with spices...
to feel and look the way they...
want us to be, not free. 
Spewing words, 
not truth, 
but stranger than fiction. 
It is a holy war, 
unseen in the shadows, 
complete in the darkness, 
and living in plain sight. 

"They" kill babies, 
and make laws against the sick, 
the poor and the legal.
The last on the list to be attended, 
and the first to be helped to the grave.
Who are "they"?

I read the factions on both sides. 
What I want to hear, 
solutions and timely possibilities, 
that would ease the suffering of all. 
I don't care about Russia, 
they are crooks or not...
I don't care about Ukraine, 
it is a pain. 

If their are bad men holding office, 
or have ever held, 
they should be brought to justice, 
made to "pay for play", 
back to the Americans
they lied too. 

Your political time tables, 
are all running out. 
We the people are ready to shout. 
Do something for us, 
stop being against, 
one way or the other, 
someone will be...
impaled on the fence.
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