Submissions by Knotshaker

You’d best chain those super-rich before they chain you.
But oh, my dears, you’re too busy fussing and fighting
with each other to take notice of what they’re up to.
They’ve got all the money.
Or they’ve got control of all the money.

They—or the public relations strategists who work for them—
started all the fusses, all the fights.
They set all the fires.
And you got spooked, hooked, hoodwinked by one or more of the various traumas
they’ve cooked up to distract you,
the various conflagrations they’ve arsoned—real or...

Look at these walls.  They’re everywhere decreed.
Inside me. Inside you. Between us too.
‘tween my neighbors and me, walls intercede.
Houses of walls, fences blocking the view.

South at the border they build chunks of walls.
Hate chunks and fear chunks materialized
Steely expressions of bigoted drawls.
Essence of lynch mobs surrealialized.

A dike is a wall.  It holds back the sea
Minds can hold walls that don’t need installing.
Billionaire dikes holding back you and me.
They mask the good; they hide the appalling.
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