"Paper will put up with anything that is written on it."
— Iosef Besarionis dze Jughashvili (Josef Stalin)
But the people should not
put up with whatever is written
on paper;
the people should not
put up with whatever is handed
to them in spades.
The total tolerance of paper
is an angle of 451°.
We have an entrée-tainer for a President,
setting an unsettling president;
no wonder it's all become a clown show.
The game show host played the game
and won the contest;
being a con, he beat the test;
we've known it all along,
but refused to acknowledge what it has become;
anger boiled when the joke was ultimately revealed.
Sanders won't save us; Biden won't save us;
Yang won't save us; Buttigieg won't save us;
Castro won't save us; Booker won't save us;
Trump won't save us; Weld won't save us;
Warren won't save us; O'Rourke won't save us —
only the mirrored reflection
can bring about the change we so demand;
we so require;
we so desperately need.
The blood is in the water;
the oil is in the veins;
the gold tastes of salt;
the rust is forming on our bones
from the congealed blood.
It was all rigged from the start,
O — how I wish I spoke of a different tale,
but the promise was TOXIC.
Intentions may be pure,
but power just leads lambs to the slaughter,
and fear is the shears
that shave away our strength.
Laws pass and we accept them
no matter how much we fight,
because we don't know how to;
yet we all forget that it's just ink on paper.
The Constitution is not sacred.
The Bible is not sacred.
The Qu'ran is not sacred.
The Bhagavad Gita is not sacred.
Wisdom is not sacred,
yet that does not lessen their importance
when facing against the impotence
of morality.
They'll hammer holes in your hands
and force you to be a martyr;
they'll censor you with a bullet to your brain
and report it a suicide —
truth can't be killed with a trigger;
truth can be set free with a trigger.
Let it all burn down,
the infection has spread too far;
the only cure is a purification;
scorched Earth;
leave not a trace;
and head back to the start.
Some would call that progress.
The shots should be louder than the flash;
burn and burn,
let's watch it all burn
in a bonfire of liberation;
in an inferno of freedom;
a cremation of Creation —
let it all go down in
flames;
let the ashes REIGN over
Washington.
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Quotables
PoetryEvery day we come across the words of others, whether they are a real-life person, living or not; or someone entirely fictional and even alien to you and me, but their words make them as real as the air we breathe and the blood which pumps through o...
