I have my reservations,
about broadcasting my observations.
don’t realize, they’re pawns, mere sheeple.
no minds of their own to think rationally.
Misguided by prejudice and fear, they protest passionately,
to fervent crowds who clamor,
swing down our mighty hammer.
Feeble attempts to justify their positions,
they think only on their own terms, their conditions,
anything’s fair game to further their ambitions.
The better angels of our nature have ceased,
replaced by a smiling, banner bearing beast.
They listen to it’s forked tongue,
the wise with age, and the impressionable young.
They smile in eagerness, as they rush down the road of doom,
beneath a joyless cold sun, hangs a pallor of gloom.
What will become of us, what have we done ?
We’re all to blame, each and every one.
We’ve been handed down a sentence,
for which there is no penance.
Called to, and more than willing,
to participate in destruction and killing.
Invaders; crusaders intent on their holy mission spreading democracy,
a house of cards, a row of dominoes, an empire called monopoly.
Continue on with reckless abandon,
no matter the cost, or the consequence, let what will-happen.
It’s been the model, with no end in sight,
a patriot, always keeps up the good fight.
I may offend some readers with my views, but I believe if each of us adhered to personal responsibility and individual accountability, we would be less likely to be swept up into a world of fear, intolerance, aggression and brutality. Governments, religions, and profiteers perpetuate this cycle to benefit themselves, while the individual is the one who pays the price for the actions of those few, the ones that reap the spoils