Destroy Everything We Stood For

Nameless drifter, traitor to my nation
And my race, I watch with bitter
Satisfaction as my selfish, pampered
Peers repeat their brain-dead leader's
Slogans, marching with him in a circle,
Growing poorer, less important.
Many die along the way, and I,
Who'll also perish soon, say to those
Who'll be left behind, "Reverse all
That these fools have done. Be humble.
Show some tolerance. Withdraw your
Forces. Pay your bills. Become
A better race."



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-01-11 at 15:06

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