PIE IN THE SKY

The 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. Harlots of hypocrisy control death of democracy and no one cares and prayers are met by minds immune and out of tune with decency. We submit unwittingly to impotent incompetence. It makes no sense that 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?