Going To Hell In a Handbasket

When you see me Covered and bare With septic soot - Sores that began With Satan’s hoofs. The ones that trounced Upon our graves With subtle lies, Agenda craze. Bring all your poor Through open doors. Let’s not keep score. We adore them… We hid our scales And common sense. We filled our streets With tents and tense. Fires on wood streets, Kids with needles Between their toes. But aren’t we nice? We hand them phones. You’re not alone… A lullaby - We rock their bones, We sell their souls Along with ours. We teach them sooths With candy staffs. Nevermind rules Their cruel…object. Don’t mind hammer Overhead. Don’t Look around you. Keep your eyes fixed Away from sand, Afghanistan, And all good plans. Enjoy the ride While water’s cool Before the boil, The hooven spoil. Watch earth’s recoil When it’s too late. Miss heaven’s gate. Enjoy hell’s hate. 8/16/2021