Seeds of Hate

The eejit* spews his cesspool of lies
Creating a slag heap of deception
Yet they swallow his subtext of existence
While his bigotry becomes the law of the land

Your fear has become our warfare
Our resistance is not futile
You will become the beggar
that rides the horse to hell

The mounds of decaying piglet flesh
has become the source of their opinions
a pox upon them and upon your house
as they bark ther ugly words in unison

Your fear has become our warfare
Our resistance is not futile
You will become the beggar
that rides the horse to hell

Art by Karene Stapleton

 

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