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Political Plight
The world is ripe with so much insanity
Delusional thoughts are caused by our vanity
We’re fallen away from our natural humanity
Angry frustration is spewing profanity
What we are doing is wrong but feels right
So strong in our feelings we’re willing to fight
Belligerent words that cause so much spite
The weak are shouting with emotional might
Silently awaiting the thunderous storm
The angry, like locust, constantly swarm
Their screams take on a chaotic form
Self-destruction is becoming the norm
Heads hung low and hands held out
Reaching for promise but receives only doubt
The kings are wrapped in fictitious clout
They point their fingers and openly flout
The slaves wallow and are stumbling blind
Their souls, in blood, are willfully signed
The teeth are breaking as they painfully grind
Toil and trouble is all they can find
The kings are made gods in their heavenly high
They eat from the stomachs of servants who cry
The wolves are prowling and howl at the sky
Their final attack is impeccably nigh
There is nothing left to justly defend
Bleeding wounds that shall never mend
Sanity’s mind cannot comprehend
This is the path from beginning to end