Genocide

Sitting beneath the blinding lights

sweat beading upon his  brow

waiting

impatient

to spread the good word

of

hatred

intolerance

violence

tidbits to tear a world

a nation

a country

apart.

Venomous spittle

sprayed across the face

raging

foaming

lunatic

could someone turn his mic off?

Burgeoning fear can be felt

despair

angst

as his rhetoric

fans the flames

stirring up the masses

until

like a powder keg

kaboom!

Blood will run in rivers

cascading over concrete curbs

triumph for one

marks the genocide of many.

November 4/18

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