A baby crying in a crib not their own
A child vying to become president
We live in a time that is more fragile than the people living in it
Impolite pursuit of an agenda lost on opaque words
Incandescent idolatry illuminating ignorance
Inexplicable support of a killing brand
We fall in a line created by intangible audible tragedies
Making America hate, and then
My country full of heroes metamorphs into a country full of zeros
We look for treasure in a house of goose eggs because we are unaware of what it is like outside
Unfortunately we cannot quarantine the insane
Under disguised rocket silos
Ultimately sending unintelligible bigots into space
We count sheep to help us sleep and sheep count on blathering bile to lead us into dithering extinction
How tidy men awaken unkempt bears.
- PatInTheHat
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