DEATH OF DEMOCRACY
Blood ink is smeared across the page spelling out these days of rage as pain rains down on trembling earth and drains the land of joy and mirth. When harlots of hypocrisy demand the death of democracy and no one cares and prayers are met by minds immune, out of tune with decency, we submit unwittingly to impotent incompetence. It makes no sense. We, once free, have succumbed to this insanity. Losers win and winners lose. Why did we choose? Why did we buy the pie in the sky that sealed our fate. IS IT TOO LATE?
posted by Ed Weiland at 8:13 PM
2 Comments:
what to say, sir...lubya´r rhyme, even though it´s content is ah so bad and almost too sad for words
...and this comment was supposed to go under DEAR DUBYA, of course!
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