Sad
Sad, the poor excuses we have for
leadership in our great nation. Sad,
the dissipation, corruption, occupation
by self-serving, soulless, power-hungry
madmen and woman, who have sold their
minds and hearts to the Spirit of Evil –
all for fame and fortune; regardless of
human cost –
Those voices behind the Puppet-throne...
faceless culprits, safe and secure in their
fortresses, with high walls, and armed
guards; sipping the best wine while watching
from elite towers –
Cowards the gang of them!
Murdering innocence at will. They perish
to reach our border – and those that do, believing
false promises never meant to be kept: Like cattle
shipped to become cheap, abused labor, once
their votes have been counted. Struggling
countries around the world, sold US propaganda, that
of freedom and equality for all – only to be abandoned, left for
slaughter, to keep railed the Money-train of
endless wars.
In the upcoming years, when God sees fit,
as do us all, these savages will leave the earth -- their
journeys having left our world with pain and suffering
far outweighing any possible good accidentally accomplished.
The Devil will need vastly more real-estate, with a huge
supply of coal for the added furnaces, if to properly
accommodate so large and extremely putrid a falling –
Oh to have that contract! The fools cry, they jockey yet
for controlling positions, still not comprehending the vent-less
surface of their smothering new reality -- the C's the P's the O's
the B's the S's the A's, the entire sick, wretched, spineless,
heartless pack of them.
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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