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The Serpent
All these people screaming their lungs shredded.
Bleeding out their belief systems on tired concrete.
No one can hide from the verbal missiles
Penetrating the medium until we all are martyrs
Carrying mischief in our obtuse obese bellies.
Left, right, center; crawling down just to get up.
The man on TV has declared war on all the wars.
A serpent choking on its own troublesome tail.
The great revolution went by and we missed its opening volley
Our delicate walls won’t hold forever; broken before built
The chips tumbling, raining down on the so called freedoms.
Faceless dominoes falling on flippant power politicians.
Newsmakers agitate mediocrity; praising with pearl smiles
As their equals clap for the lost art of journalism.
Giving enthusiastic thumbs-up for the fall of truth.
It now bides its time on a permanent vacation.
And the pundits vomit their manifestos for the majority
Change was suppose to come in the chill November air
But all we see is a barrier growing immense by the day.
And all we can do is sit back and watch as the cities burn
As communications crackle leaving misinterpreted messages.
Spreading falsities throughout, brothers betraying brothers.
Until it all crumbles and the dust collects in cankerous corners
Ready for the janitors of the world to sweep up and start over again.
Building a better way to live these lives
Only to tear it down again, and the serpent
Continues its daily grind filled with condescending glee.
