The Trumpet of Parrots

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu The Trumpet of Parrots Patriots rally to the trumpet sound, its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed. Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned, their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed. They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars, while hissing hypes to mask the stench of greed. Their chorus of lies taints Venus and Mars, who like pawns follow blindly the king’s lead. Their victims vilified and ridiculed. Protesters branded as dregs of the state, by troops of diehards loathsome and unschooled, As crony capitalists preach their hate. So, mark the flock that flaps where conscience sleeps: A nation full of parrots gently weeps.