we shouldn’t be at all surprised when vile wolves disguised as sheep prowl the darkness while we sleep crooning dissonant lullabies that fill our foolish ears with lies we shouldn’t be surprised at all when silly sheep refuse to call these wolves the monsters that they are, to send them packing…au revoir! it won’t be long until they fall
dread of the future is fading away in waves dare to hope again
there seems to be no end in sight conspirators wait at the gate provoked by lies, aroused by hate sycophants brace for one last fight while others try to do what’s right we wait, we angst, we bite our nails, holding our breath, we can’t exhale but it will all be over soon we’ll soon be rid of this buffoon with any luck he’ll land in jail
the cold air is thin naked tree limbs poke the sky leaves fall letting go
while people mourn the sick and dead trump proclaims ‘we’re rounding the turn’ there’s no end to the lies he churns he fills his sycophants with dread ‘it’s all a hoax, trust me instead… masks? wear them or not…you choose stop testing, silence the fake news!’ we’ll all soon have a choice to make we have a voice in what’s at stake this time we can’t afford to lose
clouds drench the hollow blooms of opaque gray matter obscure perception
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