Turret of the Damned
The art of intelligent debate is gone.
Lost in the children of the corn maze.
A generation raised by brainless boxes.
Know-it-all that really knows nothing.
Civil debate has become passe.
Now it's only my way or hell's highway.
Tear gas-bullhorns. doxing.
Up in your face is all the rage.
These little demons of anarchy.
Should be caged until humanized.
Goodness needs to take a last stand
Up in the turret of the damned.
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