lies, lies, blatant lies!
raising his fists to the skies
indignant he cries
while out on the streets
he and she and we blether
outraged repugnance
incited by they
with incessantly whinging:
see what was stolen!
in callous caprice
lofty winds self-righteous rage
rending flesh from hope
the clock is ticking
step down from your pedestal
before we all die
I really, really loved your first stanza –
-David
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