I’ve got no time for an absentee deity;
I’ve got tolerance for pigs swaddled in silk;
I fight for justice and liberty;
While they poison our cartons of milk…
I Stand in the shadows and observe silently
If benevolent; they truly be
If they be not; I’m not overwrought
I remain still; and ready my quill
holding my breath, I draw the string back
from a distance, I maintain the balance
even if that means thinning the pack.
Eliminating the greedy and the strong;
the bullies and those of forked tongue
As they seek still, to string us even further along
we have awakened; sick and tired of being stung.
Erasing all those who seek harm for harm’s sake
Our inalienable rights to defend; their last mistake;
They had their chance;
but they were hopelessly blinded by green;
A not uncommon disorder; but most obscene…
Every season has its end. . .
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Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing.
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