Bag of Wind

At first it seemed to entertain

an idiot and his world.

People sat

glued to their televisions

watching 

laughing

sure he was a goon.

Behind the scenes

various acts play out

all designed

to ensure

success

not failure.

Stand

boasting of all you have

all you own…..

Your kept wives.

Your forgotten children.

You know no love.

You know not…..

compassion

sympathy

empathy

all you know

a confidence game

give them a show

fall they will

stars in their eyes.

When the first bomb exploded

you assured all you could handle

no one would dare attack again

for you are the greatest

they need to fear.

Scales begin to fall

truth becomes lies

lies become truth

infatuation dissolving

as the mask crumbles

with your childish tirades.

You are not the new god.

You are not the new hope.

You are not even a man

but a small child

whose parents never disciplined.

Tantrums and tirades

deceit and distortion

red faced

throw self to ground

screaming in rage

when everyone fails to play your way.

Your game.

Your rules.

Poor man

(not a man)

Poor boy

(play at war)

should we annihilate?

©Aug. 3/19

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