New Jackals
"Romp and tear the global flesh..."
New jackals
Romp and tear the global flesh
Peer down the sight line
An agenda mowing over the innocent
While multitudes chatter and become trivialized secondaries
Morphing real tragedy into scrolling trend
Descent, ricocheting off the bloody walls
Into the depths of terror
Our authority, becoming the eugenic master
Putting their thrill on the death march of man
Fully funded by our lament
Ramped up and steady equipped
Except their minds, emptied and pinging hatred from one to the other
Roll across the plains, from Fresno to Maine
A monster warmed from the exacting policies of guilt
Supplying the centralization
To let it cradle you
And then wondering why it comes with sharpened teeth in the night
The power struggle will never awaken before the bite
But still, something more demented comes in result
Ramming through hordes by vehicle
Or trapping them in corners of club
Sexual frustration gunning them into boxes
There is a line from one mind to the next
So perverted it has become, that we are up in arms
Feeding the innovators of sorrow
Watching them drop bombs on foreign children
And then recoiling in disgust when they arrive with bread baskets of vengeance
The whole world lost in the sway
What of the killings that go silent
The instances where there is no manipulation to be extracted
Every day, by the sword of leaders
Those go hungry might next be slain
But they don't partake in the constant slop of development
So inked and uploaded they are not
We line up to watch a puppet feign sadness
While his trigger finger itches to do the same
And the same returns and the game of enslavement ticks in conclusion
Thinly veiled though when is not written
However that cannot be seen
At least not collectively
We link our limbs In a confused unity
Glare as one splits and from the rooftop the opposite flings an astonishment
That most assuredly lets the blonde tyrant rest
Knowing that such an extraordinary failure of touch will bury that nile ambition
Tuition of lust
Gust towards dominance
4 recorded dead
All others just assumed
From Arkansas fields they exploited their people
Drug rings and payoffs the way to the top
And now both will have embezzled our freedom
Stealing solitude and wiping with mop
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