Turret of the Damned
The art of intelligent debate is gone
lost in the children of the corn maze.
This is what you get when you have a generation
whose best friend is a glowing box
filled with half-truths and I want.
Civil debate has become passe
now it's only my way or hell's highway
-tear gas-bull horns
in your face is all the rage..
Don't you know
we're in the foothills of a second civil war.
goodness will hobble its way into the mountains
take the high ground above the fires and blood.
Innocents taking a last stand-in the turret of the damned.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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