hail the king and his anarchy
the president and his anarchy
those around us who follow the violation
of death
the citizens who find things they are not supposed to
for the people of the world
who scream out unrecognizable babble
in an attempt to lesson broken agony
They spit up words
that come out of collective fingerprints
babbling
with all those mobbed around
walk through the eye into the storm
with a sign of wood voice of flame
for The rain is loathed
because it soaks for the best
instead of sticking to a false calm
Burn the politicians!
Burn the religious!
Burn the rich!
Burn the policemen!
The murderers in a uniform!
dead authority figures
numbed by patriotism and nationalism
Help they do not!
Protect they do not!
Savior they do not!
murder
banish
kill the town
they do!
wolves assembled to stand tall
on stilts made of clouds
they are the constitution
and yet they are
UNCONSTITUTIONAL
UNORTHODOX
UNGODLY
Sheep will prosper
us, sheered daily, yearly
kicked off of the barn because of us being too
UNSIGHTLY
UGLY
UNCOMFORTABLE
for their carnivorous eyes
walking flags do not die
however we can kill some
to frighten the others
we will not save our poor town
not while we are breathing
but in time
They will all fall
