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Too Blind to Look Beyond Their Narrowed Eyes

 

Too Blind to Look Beyond Their Narrowed Eyes

There he sits, upon the stage, there is evil, in his tone, and his shifty eyes,

They cannot escape, his wicked gaze, the foggy brain, his wretched spies.

He has them fixed, stuck in the madness, of the slush, he deftly dribbles,

Layer upon layer, his clandestine motives unknown, hidden in his riddles.

Misconception is the norm, all hail the evil architect, for terror is his state,

In the breeding grounds, of savage beasts, trained to despise, and to hate.

Impotent beings, incapable of feeling love, empathy, compassion, or shame,

With his wizards, weaving wicked spells, false claims, refuting all the blame.

His zombies blindly following, party lines, from false propaganda sounded,

Living as, instruments of misery, and pain, in fear-stricken stupor founded.

In confusion, staunchly believing, wrong is right, their world upside-down,

As he sends more souls, to fuel the fires of hell, blood fest, upon the ground.

Plucked from their miserable lives, to fill the gaps, in the never-ending que,

Pushed into his pointless wars, that turn his unwitting beasts, into Orc stew.

Unable to comprehend, the measure of their sins, nor to feel mutual guilt,

Let loose, to run amuck, spreading hate, within the illusion, they have built.

Unable to embrace, any different cultures, within their borders, and beyond,

Erring toward wanton destruction, of towns, and cities, shelled and bombed.

Unable to put aside, the mindless thought of conquest, in wars of lawless lust,

Choking all things good, converting pure innocence, into vapor, and to dust.

Conducting their covert campaigns, of fear, upon other nations, in their gaze,

Continuing down, the wrong roads, relentlessly pursuing, their wicked ways.

Their blanket rules, their mono-script, and their draconian laws, so fraught,

And the extensive suffering caused, by their loyal puppet politicians, bought.

This reign of terror, upon defenseless people, its blindness has no excuse,

The architects must be rounded up, called to account, for all, of their abuse!

The walking dead, have no place on earth, with all the misery they have spent,

For rabid disease, they have spread, and awful crimes committed; All Repent!

Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (October 2023)




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