Thy Name Is……

Sit at the table
sneer on your face
tap your pen
in time to the voices in your head.
Denouncing
goading
whispers of grandeur
look around
can anyone guess?
Do they see?
Behind your eyes
insanity sits.
Power hungry
devouring
jaws agape
news of death
bloodshed
assassination
daily fodder of sustenance.
Behind your smiles
madness held at bay.
Finger on the button
threat of world wars
cajoling works no more.
You are but a jolly monster
slowly appearing between the cracks
delighted with the devastation
that flows and follows you
declaring that this is god’s work.
Stumble you will
fall you shall
when you do
this will hopefully stop
our world’s descent into hell.
©July 10/19
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