Revolution, Anyone? Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Conduit of illusion
Canter biasedly to a cause
Acidic toxicity
Mire towards the ether
Pandering to the sheep
Appeasing the subjects
Crowds full of rancor drudge


Screaming and screaming
Selling ignorance
As if it was a free pass
To heaven's gate
As the masses feel better hating
More than they could ever try to love



And the words spew out
A cross crucified
Into a swastika of disillusion
As the crowd of pitchfork persistence
Only become tough in numbers
Surrounding those helpless
Showing us all
Who the real thugs are


They call themselves the Master race?
More like little boys
Never tough enough
To fight on their own



Weak minds paltry of fortitude
Cowards to their bigoted cause
Marching on to their sickened fantasies
Fixated on being a part of something
That denies any knowledge of any thoughts



And they bow to their orange god
To prove to themselves to the movement
Of bowels being spilling everywhere
In the name of a seething messiah
The calamity of a leader
Using them all
To quench his power thirst
Upon his own narcissistic thoughts
Trumps all rational reality
As his own ego stroke causes
Him to try hurting those better than him
As him causing pain to others
Becomes his drug of choice
And the sheep empower this incompetence
Nothing positive gets done
Negativity wins
And the enemy of these bullies
Is true love



The stars and stripes
Are all black and blue
Drenched with buffoon ambitions
With a handful of injustice
Drenched in blood



How did we let this happen?
We are so much better than this



What happened to peace and love?
Will there ever be any?
Maybe there can never be
As long as bullies try to control
Us all with their own fear and paranoia



To fight hate
Is to defy those who bear it
Sitting pretty with their shiny shoes
Looking down at us
From their kingdom of thoughts above




Have we had enough?