Ray W. Sarlin
Days have passed and months and years
Moving alone among the living dead
Faces knowing few visceral fears
Lying mouths always fulsome fed
Eyes cut off from metallic tears
Ears deaf to pending unknown dread.
Victory made them something else
Somehow less human, more animal
No all-for-one think just of self
Hearts earthy, devilish, sensual
Conscience placed low on a shelf
Hostile to all we thought normal.
Flexing puny muscle forcing others
Pushing politically correct nonsense
To get us to sell out our brothers
Silencing with laws those on the fence
Tearing down society’s structures
Without replacement or pretense.
To join the victors is to accept defeat
For they are the defeated clever
Dragging US down by their deceit
Causing harm with each endeavor
The drug of power feeds their conceit
Not I, not then, not now, not ever!!!
©Copyright June 2003 by Ray W. Sarlin