US of Anarchy

by Chris Swiderski   Jun 9, 2014


A keg of rules, filled to belie the fools.
Soon tools to choose: blue mules
or bloody pachyderms, into terms,
of endangerment to the masses.
True cruelty eludes harassment.

Plastered along filth ridden city streets,
Poster-boards and pamphlets read:
Retreat! Submit to you defeat!
Symbolism's signed in, crime wins.
Promises of future's rendering: bleak.

A cold wind blows in, freezing thought.
The mindlessness of the masses caught;
Within the webs of liars, too well taught.
Now the noose hangs low, tied and taut,
Feeding the flames with dried up crops.

Withered ashtray babies within dumpsters;
Gangster wannabes, murderous monsters,
Marauders reeking havoc upon the earth.
Motherless infantiles, doomed from birth...
In heaven's light they have failed to search.

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