Failing temptation

Is it love or guilt

To find kinship and acceptance

With twisted celebrating victims

Stopped short of healing

Dupes, who splayed naked

To the experts of the "con",

Believe in the noble lie...

That legalized plunder is good or just

Is it love or fear?

To align with elitists

Void of absolutes

Except their own seperate superiority

Addicted to the sweet intoxication

Of hollow narcisstic action

Which subordinates responsibility

Full in the face of consequence

Will we only see when death

Tattoos our eyelids?

That failing temptations reach

To coerce another human being

Reconciles the healing truth

With the heroic standards we bear

And tempers slavery's wicked lash

With the golden rule

Legalized plunder

Is neither good or just

We must refuse to join

In the wrong doin

And kick those few bastards

Out instead

And get them into therapy

Or outlast them

Till they're dead