When the writing on the wall is obscured we tend to ignore the message.


WASPS are a gathering swarm...

The night has fallen to the rising dawn
And thus a Nation has spoken
Fear lies dormant on the White House lawn
The man-baby won by some strange token

The *WASP's now prime their venomous stings
For their God is now yours, save your tears
Fear you not of the Trivial things
Hide the truth as you face your fears

You put a criminal in charge of all that's law
The right of pardon is alone his to give
Some may say that's an innocent flaw
But with this mistake you must surely live

And now the world will hold its breath
For he will invoke his power, corrupted
Eastern promise and Western death
As he gives his support, uninterrupted?




WASP = White Anglo Saxon Protestant





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Written on 2024-11-08 at 09:11

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
The simple answer, perhaps from a simple mind, is 'what will be, will be'. There has to be a reason why many of us innocent bystanders happen to be alive experiencing this madness, doesn't there? Blessings, from you know who.
2024-11-08