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New Jackals

"Romp and tear the global flesh..."

By Broke PoetPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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New jackals

Romp and tear the global flesh

Peer down the sight line

An agenda mowing over the innocent

While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries

Morphing real tragedy into scrolling trend

Descent, ricocheting off the bloody walls

Into the depths of terror

Our authority, becoming the eugenic master

Putting their thrill on the death march of man

Fully funded by our lament

Ramped up and steady equipped

Except their minds, emptied and pinging hatred from one to the other

Roll across the plains, from Fresno to Maine

A monster warmed from the exacting policies of guilt

Supplying the centralization

To let it cradle you

And then wondering why it comes with sharpened teeth in the night

The power struggle will never awaken before the bite

But still, something more demented comes in result

Ramming through hordes by vehicle

Or trapping them in corners of club

Sexual frustration gunning them into boxes

There is a line from one mind to the next

So perverted it has become, that we are up in arms

Feeding the innovators of sorrow

Watching them drop bombs on foreign children

And then recoiling in disgust when they arrive with bread baskets of vengeance

The whole world lost in the sway

What of the killings that go silent

The instances where there is no manipulation to be extracted

Every day, by the sword of leaders

Those go hungry might next be slain

But they don't partake in the constant slop of development

So inked and uploaded they are not

We line up to watch a puppet feign sadness

While his trigger finger itches to do the same

And the same returns and the game of enslavement ticks in conclusion

Thinly veiled though when is not written

However that cannot be seen

At least not collectively

We link our limbs In a confused unity

Glare as one splits and from the rooftop the opposite flings an astonishment

That most assuredly lets the blonde tyrant rest

Knowing that such an extraordinary failure of touch will bury that nile ambition

Tuition of lust

Gust towards dominance

4 recorded dead

All others just assumed

From Arkansas fields they exploited their people

Drug rings and payoffs the way to the top

And now both will have embezzled our freedom

Stealing solitude and wiping with mop

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