Hidden Swastikas

I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions, different schisms Joining the dots together, one picture emerges, extremism A few (leading lights), have gathered sheep into their pens Who in turn follow them blindly, to anywhere and back again None of my business you say, and I would be first to agree But our paths must cross sometimes, as now you can see Such is lies, such is truth, it’s all immaterial within a poem A story is a story, our imagination counts, on bringing home I manipulate words, trying to imbue you within stark verse Encouraging open-mindedness, never planning to coerce Others have hidden agendas, encoding influences of ambition Deluded in their own self importance, to maintain recognition Suppressing freethinkers, using propaganda, covert pretexts Don’t like the tone of your language, get shunned by request Teach us a lesson, an opinionated authority, waves a big stick Seen this crap before in institutions, got caned as a small kid Gaslighting, solipsistic, narcissistic, torchbearers of nothing Pushing your own egos, not poets work, shameless plugging Some fellow poets do fall foul, getting led up the garden path Instead of expressing independence, write to appease wrath So this message is from a nobody, and I’m calling you to task Why! because I have a pair of balls, not satan behind a mask. This is no exposé, majority of soupers, see through your cover Easy now, I won’t mention any names, best ignore this nutter I proffer diversity and conversation, no nihilistic atheist stray Unlike his predecessors, won’t get disheartened or walk away Look at history what happened, when pandering to dictators Carrying swastikas in suicidal obedience, to Hitler their savior. I’m not trying to tempt your faith, write about god write about man, But when man believes he’s god, Yeah! we’ve already lost the plan And for that habitual poltergeist that keeps messing up comments Are you trying to tell me something or just afraid of the open contents By David Kavanagh