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Plagiarist

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

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

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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