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Sycophancy they celebrate
Insolvency they worship
Profligacy they cherish
Grandiosity they love.
Impudence remains a force
To reckon with
Indolence rewarded
Amidst pomp and pageantry
Intolerance to dissent
Views became the hallmark
Thesis plagiarizing became licit
Academic placid legitimatised
Megabyte prowling encouraged
Supersonic pillaging sanctioned
Persecution became acceptable
Intimidation remains excusable
Exploitation officially allowable
All these only during the
Dark days of an “Ifa priest”
With the so called magic wand
In the garden of life
Christen U and I.
Form:
To the city of gold
It brings me great pleasure
To inform you that your application to grab hold
Of my attention has been successful.
Your name is self explanatory
Your status is unquestionable
Your record speaks for itself
You are remarkable indeed.
You have made the dreams of the dreamers come true
You moreover led promising men from the rural astray
In the hopes of hitting the jackpot
Your beauty is of course a bonus
However , I owe you an apology dear great white
For being prejudice
I believe the name is heavy
And the expectations heavier
You too were wronged by us
We named you "the city of gold "
to make sucking you dry excusable
We used you and are still for
Our own personal gain
You were beautiful now your beauty is limited
You were free now violence and barriers surround you
You were clean
Now your trees bear drugs
You were a God fairy
Now you're a dream crusher
People resent you
You were fair
Now you only favour all those that are on the right side
Those that have the right connections
You used to be home
Now you're shelter to the highest bidder
We made you like this
We interfered with mother nature
We we we
We are to blame
We are to be prosecuted
We divided you
And gave the other half capital punishment
We demonised you
We made ourselves God to you
And our sin is bigger than you
And our apology is as tiny as Satan's mercy
From a sorry and regretful being
too many people constipate the everlasting
i use the populous of the widened state as a scapegoat
the melancholy wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day to clock out
i think of younger days when all the fruits on every tree were fresh and ripe
i think of brighter days when all rocks were alive and eager to skip
i think of simpler days when every vibe of motion had their smiles everpresent
i think of better days when visions in front of me were so crisp and crystalline
too many changes cause flatulation to all forward movement
i use the populous of the explosive state as an excusable method of isolation
the odoriferous wind is my magic carpet rush hour
it is my favorite time of the day for an alternate route
It seems the latest trend we see,
now that we’ve hit hard times,
is for the city folks to flee
plague and leaders malign.
They run to the sticks or suburbs,
it looks like they won’t leave,
and hopefully they will have learned
to change their failed beliefs.
The idea that they once cheerled
led us to this collapse,’
the leftist though the experts bred
corrupted young minds fast.
The burning and the rioting,
the obsession with skin,
all the ritual self-hating
inculcated within.
This all came from the failed notions
implanted in their brains,
virtue signaling in motion
drives half the world insane.
That violence is excusable
if done for leftist cause,
the soft on crime is laudable,
we don’t need cops and laws.
That business is the real bad guy,
so burn them, they’re ‘insured,’
it’s okay if some people die
for what ‘victims’ endured.
The providing law and order
is not really your job,
that you can throw aside voters,
makes excuses for mobs.
That everyone who disagrees
is a fascist to hurt,
and since you’re ‘right’ with history,
their pain is much 'deserved.'
That some folk must ‘apologize’
for things they never did,
that it’s fine to propagandize
in school to people’s kids.
That no one should every defend
their life with lethal force,
we should rely on the trained men,
then you say, “Police—no more!”
You voted for all these things,
yet now you act confused,
you never thought it would bring
destruction down on you.
Instead of fixing it, you ran,
safety you hope to find,
it’s your beliefs that left you damned,
leave the failed ideas behind.