Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Only the deranged would think it fun.
Obsession with murderous intent.
What is the next excuse you’ll invent?
As children die and parents scream…
There is little comprehension of this being a sullied dream.
Rather fuel the fires and stoke the flames.
Then present a positive solution or change.
Prey on the victims as they run.
Soon their lives will be completely done.
Cast out by the arrogant hands of narcissists.
Those whose statements are ways to insist.
Cause they can never be wrong.
A sort who ensure opposition won’t remain strong.
Discredit and sabotage innocent souls.
Drown them in shallow filthy shoals.
Burn out individuality for a flag.
In the end its still a section of rag.
Coloured or plain it is the same.
Madness you use to ampify your game.
Rigged from the start to the bitter end.
Adamant it isn’t a misguided trend.
But what has that symbol ever done for you?
The answer is nothing and you know it deep down too.
Twisted by the slanted media you get.
Freedom isn’t free in your nation sect.
Mass delusion built on a giant cult.
Everything is not anyone elses fault.
You held the reigns and have failed every step.
Soon you will be out of tokenistic rep.
An island cut off from the collective.
Forever you have been far too selective.
Deny over and over until the mirror gives up.
Its why you deny aiding those begging with a cup.
Believe its sink or swim from birth to demise.
Its why your system is broken and built on lies.
Funneling souls into a life is ruin.
But never listen to the drivel you are spewing.
Warped sense of how everyone else acts.
Make all others out to be lowly and pathetic rats.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 