The cartilage between our bones is gone
the joints are grating together,
overcrowding hunger and anger
is a storm we cannot weather.
Human nature is running amok
amplified at the very top,
venal proud and frightened leaders
on a tear we have stop.
Rampaging on in outrage
leadership gone berserk,
if we don't get it under control
everyone will get hurt.
Scared and angry at the mess
we double down in vain,
in mistaken pursuit of relief
we only increase our pain.
Religion waning and scoffed at
as Satan takes control,
but how could that be he doesn't exist
even as he's on a roll.
Point your finger call them names
cast aspersions load your gun,
insane with rage and hypocrisy
that will kill us every one.
by Robert Quinn
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