Out By The Woods

Buried in thick layers of mud,
Those who crossed me lay in graves…
Out by the woods.

So many narcissists gather at the table.
Each wants their fill of what they have not earned.
Leeches in suits that take without a word.
Fascists in boots will stampede like a herd.
Yet nothing will alter what will come next.
For time has decided to render them expired.
Melancholy will not be their flute.
No one marching to their drums.
What shall persist is without their rot.
Proliferate what they want forgot.
They’re weathering freedoms away.
These monsters wanting us to submit to barbarity.

No more standing on these sidelines.
Time has come to reflect this violence right back at them.
Maybe then they’ll comprehend.
These sentiments that should be gone…
Will not be permitted to carry on.

Shut your mouth and quit your whining.
Only snowflakes here are you high and mighty.
Spouting cause you are desperate to hold your spot.
Bored of hearing about how hard its got…
That all of us don’t bow down to you.
If you want respect, earn it fools.

Sidelines are being redrawn by us.
We hold the cards that you wanted to magnify your choking hold.
Too late your reign is now growing mold.
Clung on for a little too long.
Now those tables are completely gone.