The system’s broke,
Nobody’s interested in fixing it.
What a fucking joke,
They’re either sycophants or hypocrites.
The vitriol you spoke,
Evoked partisan belligerence.
Highlighting our differences
Driving a wedge in between.
We’re at each others throats,
There’s no hint or hope that this will change.
The room is filling up with smoke,
Our Conventions help to fuel the flames.
While the bulk of us promote
Something somewhere in the in between.
You’ll try and earn my vote…
By soaking us in gasoline.
It’s slippery that slope
You know the pulpit it’s a powder keg.
And as history has shown,
You can’t just poke the bear then walk away.
The monster you awoke,
Once provoked is only claws and fangs.
It laps the marrow from our broken homes
And feeds on our primal rage.
You’re the bloodstain on our good names,
Our shit show for the world stage,
As your shit flows through our good brains,
It takes a toll.
There’s a sepsis in our mind frames,
Witness how your medicine,
In low dose increments
Exacerbates everything.
BTW, love this painting Spirit Camp I. so cool.
Thanks for the feedback Patti. Glad you liked it.
Wow, that is a great poem Ft. Nag. Flows like buttah and the message spot on. Congrats.