Term Limits

Truth is not flexible
though often stretched
if not totally perverted--
the liar a master
manipulator of words
and people:

I listen to the politician
stretch both sides of his mouth,
the serpent tongue
not always visible
behind expensive implants,
but the scent
is a giveaway.

They marry their deceits;

butcher their enemies
(it takes a heart to care,
and a sense of soul 
to register guilt) 

leaving their victims
in the gutter for the public
to bury
a warning!
Grotesque portraits of the
great distance from heaven
Godless men will travel
to solidify dominion 
over those weaker.
 
They prize themselves
where once were
Genuine Pulitzers;
but time heals all wounds--
and time resurrects
those wrongly crucified, 
before their ascension
(kicking and screaming)
will drag their murderers 
down into hell for just 
reward:

What they always wanted--
Terms without limits….
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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