Jack-0-Lantern

Apathetic weakness,
A reluctance to oppose,
Entombed in ideological coffins,
When there's a dictator to depose,
The embalming comes easy,
Propaganda preservative coating of whatever the media regurgitates,
Washing your hands in victim's blood to remove the residue of reality,
Hollowing out your eyes,
Amputating your limbs,
Discarding your mind,
The perfect ingredients for a sound judgement,
Carved into a frightening face,
Your permanent grimace a thousand word picture,
A one-dimensional deathly gaze,
Warding off opposition and reason without sound or gesture,
Ravenously flocking to the lion's jaws,
Past the rotting carcasses under his paws,
Slamming down lead gavels imbued with pure mercury,  
Sacrificing the blood of sheep to nourish the ground,
As long as the predator roams free,
Your tolerance ends at the gates of the dissidents' compound,
For how dare we speak out,
How dare we step on your soap box,
Questioning the philosophy of a charlatan who refuses to look within before projecting without,
Refuting those who lock their consciousness behind the golden walls of Fort Knox,
Your disillusioned perspectives pervasive,
Overwhelming strongholds and flooding underground shelters,
Lacking rhyme and reason or any form of rational persuasion,
Reveling in your self-created utopia of primal helter skelter,
Alas that your yellow teeth betray your beguiling smile,
Exposing entire arguments set to ad hominem,
Resorting to defense protocols of crying like crocodiles,
A "movement" based on an oligarchical referendum,
Expecting little to no resistance,
But do you feel the ground convulsing under your feet,
That's the sound of the enlightened debates and peaceful protests,
Brace yourselves for impact progressives,
Your reckoning is approaching.