Those darkened gates

They hate what
he hates
that is what
makes it great –
it is why they
congregate…
no milk of human kindness…
fuck you –
fear, vitriol and grievance
is the reason
for the season
feelings over facts
get back,
no time
to impart logic
like Mr. Spock…
as they don’t believe
in space or science,
no haste
no vision given
to deception,
grand risings,
wilted roots –
as the Ancestors
are known
to weep
at the prospect
of their children
succumbing…
to wolves in sheep’s
clothing with no
compunction
to consume the innocent –
as they are ravenous
and slither
while upright
but keep the
faith Youngbloods
help is on way.

I’m here to warn
you that the serving
of false idols
never ends
well.

Run tell that…
those uncomfortable truths
before they take
root.