By their fruit

This imagery of… this. What is this? I dunno, but this is NOT cool, but hey I’m just a poet, like the prophets of old, nobody listens to us until after the fact, but we keep sounding the alarm nonetheless.

Just some insight on my creative process here. This image inspired the following prose and as I watched these strange men gesticulating on stage, I rested my head into my hands and let out a heavy sigh, my soul hurt… and I converted what I saw into words. The reference to the fourth estate are the ongoing attempts at eroding the role of a free press and of journalists… and as a journalist, author, Poet and human, that cannot stand. On the behalf of all of us… fuck you.

Know them
by their fruit…
it is vile
and contemptuous
refusing to bend
their knee to the Almighty…
choosing blasphemies,
by placing
themselves…

on the throne
telling the scribes
that they are
unworthy…

the fourth
branded as
enemies of state

blinding rage
doth not soothe
their vengeance

contingent on that
which they refuse…
to extend to others,
loyalty…

telling their minons
of their opinions
framing it as fact…
buttressed by
foolishness
that will never stand
the test of time,
as that would be
the domain
of the divine
not the wicked
and despicable.

Just because you say it with your chest poked out while seasoning it with loud proclamations of such, doesn’t make it truth.

Your reality may be fallacy to others, don’t be smothered by the discomfort of uncomfortable truths that require that they be pulled from the root.