metaphysical rulers

the tortured broken bodies
of philosophers, artists,
poets, scientists and humanists
dumped into mass graves
that they were forced to dig
at gun point

the generals and prophets
wearing gleaming regalia
forged from pulled gold teeth
pose on balconies
waving to the masses
in the summer sunshine

the banality of evil
turbo-charged by media coaches
charisma trumps content
slogans replace thought
ours not to reason why
we'll get pie in the sky when we die

Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2013-04-05 at 10:29

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An enduring story, well told, J.K.

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what good is pie in the sky without a stepladder? revolt, i say. revolt!