No reprieve

I grieve heavily with no reprieve… as if I have a disease of sorts that consorts to divorce me from victory, but I must not crease or bend nor can I pretend that these tears that hit the floor don’t echo.

They aint serving
Jesus,
they are worshipping
malfeasance…

I was not acquitted
to network of privilege…

allowing me to fail upward
with dexterity
of contradiction,

while butchering the ~~Kings English~~…

the cost for your folly
won’t be free,

you see
we all reap
what we sow…
we don’t eat
at the time
of the planting,
that ain’t how
the math works…

the cacophony
of sanctimonious
proclamation,
small men
wielding the faculties
of pen…
while not having
to bend…

bludgeoning of the 4th estate

the evils of charisma
masquerading as wisdom,

the trails our demise…

mandates on altars
of ignorance
how do you figure this?
Abandonment
of wisdom
and all of its
gifts
to sink
on a ship…

course heading
to a beheading
of middle class
no room…
safe to assume.