Moth Piss
this virus eats clothes
has exposed our "leaders"
the ones we elected
the ones that refuse to work
for the working man
one side wants to exile us to virus island
puff adder the panic
watch the economy tank
get people angry
play politics with
our broken string minds
shank us on the sly...
the other side wants us to go about our business
to save the green bull
at the expense of life
the virus just rides the breeze-laughing
xi is smiling
as he culls his own desperate herd
that has no voice
xi wishes to temper trump tariffs
xi prefers the donkey over the elephant
he's "biden" his time
wants to trim 45 stars from our flag
and paint the rest yellow over red...
while terrorist are taking notice
they think they have the potion
to turn our freedoms into chum
turn our drinking water red
cover our heads in ideology
but they're wrong
America will thrive again
show its resolve
come out the other side of this dark cave
stronger
but the hate moths
will never stop trying
to cover up our light
eat the fabric of our souls
point their little pricks in our direction
sprinkle misery dust onto our god...
bless
them
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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