“Get Off The Horn” [War – Sub Series Number One – Reflections on Timothy Snyder’s Book, On Tyranny – Poem #14 – Chapter 14]
An electronic word they spoke,
As whirling emails flew, and broke
Upon the shores with info-crap –
No interest in resolving that.For femi-nazis had their day,
As femi-gossip forged the way
They’d chosen to their end-point goal,
To which they sold their precious souls.They pulled the scumbags from the trench
Of swill, from whence they brought their stench;
You said, “Shut up, Stu, just say what
I tell you to, or kiss your luck –Goodbye – for they’ll turn everything
Into a cannonball to bring
You to their end-point of desire –
To have your butt on Jean d’Arc’s pyre.And sure enough, ’twas pitiful –
As I stood back and watched the swill
Flow down the gutters from each source
Of double-talk, without remorse –Or more, they twisted what was said,
Done in good faith – as each one pled
His case or hers, no “Whole truth” asked
Of each from start to end, at last.The private-public line was crossed –
His point well made – it’s where they lost
Perspective – Lord, though popcorn was
Their maxi-weapon; sick their cause.In case of Trump, the blood will flow;
For me? And straight-males? Few would know
Or care – that “Smoke then fire” thing;
But Trump from steerage message brings.And they’re not going anywhere;
The middle class are not prepared
To put their comfort on the line
To make sure steerage makes out fine.Lord, we’re at war already, now;
No target’s picked (that’s merely “how”);
A glut of products line our shelves,
Which must be burnt, though war is hell.That will return our folks to work;
For briefly, we will go berserk;
And then rebuild – so GDP
Will soar again – halt poverty.Thanks Lord for this.
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