Is it love or guilt?
To find kinship and acceptance
With twisted celebrating victims
Who stopped short of healing?
Dupes, who splayed naked
To the experts of the “con”,
Believe in the Noble Lie...
That legalized plunder is good and just.
Is it love or fear?
To align with slave mongering elitists
Void of absolutes except
Their own separateness and superiority
Addicts to the sweet intoxication
Of hollow narcissistic action
Subordinating 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 doing
Let’s kick those bastards out instead
And get them into therapy
Or outlast them till they’re dead
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