Poem: Nailed It

This poem describes our times really well.


They’ve nailed themselves upon their own cross / hoisted on their own petard

They pile-up on pride and self-righteousness/ the message of love they discard

They fancy themselves protectors of life/ until it’s found in their back yard

they’ll shoot it, ignore it, or shush it away / or beat it until it is scarred

They pray to a God, but worship Mammon/ and usury by the charge card

The tables they’ll turn will all be on you/ for doubting their latest canard

They’ll fashion a mob to drive the point home / or bring it straight to the school yard

Then shout in your face that, “You’re the disgrace!” / volume and fear their Trump cards

Photo by Abhishek Yadav on Scopio

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