Obsessed with this term called woke.
Its presence helps you stroke,
Ego, you are naught but a snake.
Feeding off all those filled with hate.
Whip them up.
Make them follow.
You’re only satisfied when they feel hollow.
Kneel to your every word you speak.
For subservience is all you seek.
With vicious greed and blind objectification.
People are but a means to aid your subjugation.
By gun, god and silver tongue,
You want society to come completely undone.
Breeding misinformation with a smile.
You are all front with mountains of denial.
For mistakes are made by the lowly.
The ones you want to see bleed out slowly.
Guide their hands.
Feed them anger.
Lives are nothing but pawns to be put in danger.
Throw them to wolves to die in agony.
To you that is not tragedy.
For you care only about self preservation.
Strengthened through acts of abomination.
With salutes meant to be condemned.
Your service is made of pure pretend.
Cripple homes until they are divided in two.
What a plot that you wish to follow through.
No remorse or apology lives within your body.
Built a house of cards of which none other is as shoddy.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 