Best Hell In A Handbasket Poems

When you see me
Covered and bare
With septic soot -
Sores that began
With Satan’s hoofs.
The ones that trounced 
Upon our graves
With subtle lies,
Agenda craze.
Bring all your poor
Through open doors.
Let’s not keep score.
We adore them…
We hid our scales
And common sense.
We filled our streets
With tents and tense.
Fires on wood...

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