Poets of Life

Canto VII: Great are the Uninformed, for They are Unwise

Canto VII

Great are the Uninformed for They are Unwise?

©5-26-2019, Olan L. Smith

Great are the ill-advised people, exalt ignorance, and elect them king.

Let the bigoted king roll eggs down the lawn, and pardon turkeys, a

Figure-head is he who sits on the throne of power in the west. The

God Helios will shine his face on his burnt facade as he rides off

Into the sunset, taking all that is good with him, into the bowels

Of the damned. He will lay waste to the country and bring it

To its knees, a short term spent at the helm, and the people follow

The monster into Hades, where a wide path is cleared. His ego's so

Bloated his brain oozes out his nose, as he wipes it on his sleeve.

As he spends Decoration Day honoring sumo wrestlers,

Abandoning the tombs of the fallen warriors in George's

City, this Memorial Day, the town of obelisks, and its

Mighty halls of the toothless. An intervention for the naked king, and

Who will intervene for us? Who will save us from the snot-ragged bully

Actions speak louder than words. "I am an extremely stable genius."

I see the masses marching happily into hell with the naked king of

'Geniuses,' saluting him and crying, "Hail; the stable genius! Great is he!

Great is his name! Great is his family, for he will make us rich in hell."

The Christians, and their love for goodness, love their riches and

Their guns, so that the poor starve, and the school children are shot

Down. We will pray for them, but do nothing to stop the slaughter.

Will we ever return to everyday life, and leave the imitators behind?

The world of the fakers who fake their faking to make fake facts factual,

The realm where fake is a word of pride, and who call propaganda evil!

Who says he knows the truth is a liar; and for whose truth do you speak?