Protestation

The poisoning has now begun
Not the virus, nor the gun
This, the brainwash, hit the mind
For we don’t like you, nor your kind

Drop your bombs
The bombs of hate
Blame us all
Then desecrate

Discard the symbols, mock the sign
Spiteful words, maligning mine
See the future, true and fair
With lack of thought, or lack of care

Smash the firm
Then scribe the wall
Spill the angers
To watch the fall

Dream the dream that hatred found
Scorch the earth, and dye the ground
Play the tune the rich man paid
Before you realise, you’ve been played

©KarlTearney

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