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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wickedlandia Where evil reigns, ‘n willful blindness is sovereign Callousness, insouciance, cruelty shall reign Decency, empathy, honor, integrity feigned Citizens merrily fawn, whose rulers they cheerily deign In the valley of tyrants, heroes are vanished Comrades betrayed; poor souls fully famished Cores on the line, honor ‘n status blemished Never to be kings where pain is relished Lives now virtual Justice purely fractional Empathy ever minimal Dreams turned frugal Windbags at the helm, demons at the switch Sheeple on the rise, brains unhitched By media all bewitched Sound wisdom all but ditched Fake vows aplenty, egos galore Phony smiles, for self to adore Millions to swindle, billions thrown offshore Freedom’s the mantra, but serfdom’s the core Justice for sale, democracy forced abroad For lives in the millions, made homeless and chain-sawed Grizzly scenes, for amusement to be showed Raw power displayed for patriots to be awed At home bias’s the norm, for ours all’s just fine Others free to grieve, provided they’re not mine Health and schooling in plain decline Human rights’ our game, as we play divine God is power that is ever right Others must worship, surrender to our might Lest they try, how futile their fight! God’s wrath awaits, to blow them out of sight Robbers of esteem, killers of hope Governors of moral squalor, on highs sans dope Prattle awash, empty souls on downward slope Miracles reserved, for those who cope
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