He likes him some power
Dour strongman’s iron fist
Steely henchman’s glower
Coward’s slap upon the wrist
The man of the hour
Our demigod’s short list
Above the vanquished tower
Sour the will to exist
A life of self-service
Hors d’oeuvres on the public teat
From above to observe us
Nervous that he’ll lose his seat
Such questions must unnerve us
Conserve with nothing left to eat
Asks will the saints preserve us
Serves us all chopped up as meat
Humans refuse to coexist
True opposition we resist
Alas our sadness must persist
Some men’s insistence to insist
A mass extinction catalyst
Whose brilliance do we enlist
We leave it to the plagiarist
His record is not his own
Some truths he has never known
Others he will not be shown
Lest he has his cover blown
He is not as he pretends
Life’s enemies are his friends
Hate into each life extends
Imprisoned, no color blends
Superiority imbued
A dismissive attitude
On one hand he is a prude
Between both, extremely lewd
Imprisoned within his mind
He marches forth to see the blind
And show them that he’s well-defined
Salvation of white-mankind
Awful conditions preexist
Humans refuse to coexist
True opposition we resist
Alas our sadness must persist
Some men’s insistence to insist
A mass extinction catalyst
Whose brilliance do we enlist
We leave it to the plagiarist
1/27/21 Arturo Hammer
© 2021 ArtAHammer
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