Going To Hell In a Handbasket
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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
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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