We hold up
those who
don’t love
wisdom like
this is the flex…
pledging fealty
to the most dastardly,
types of inhumanity
running counter
to the golden rule,
being a tool
to false idols…
things that don’t
pass the mettle
of the holy –
would your Bigmama
or M’dear be ashamed
at the unhinged
tactics of divide
and conquer?
The vultures are circling
while the evil
are tickled at the pickle
that humanity is in –
We shake our wobbly bits
for crumbles as the humbled
read the scrolls,
this wickedness
was foretold –
as the reaper awaits
his prey in the form
of us.
Look out for them people,
them souls
who never have
nothing good
to say
don’t give them
the time of day.
And that is
all that this
poet has to
say.
A live reading of the piece as part of the Pa and Son Adventures.
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