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[ Politics ] Cannibalistic Bliss
Wiping away soaped over windows
Insiders, the politicians
making a fast buck
from down-on-your-luck
concerns and woes
with their agendas -
self serving missions;
hear them declaring shelves empty
in the backrooms of soup kitchens
as the Poor, Weak, and Tired
line up outside the door
The hunger, thirst
beyond insatiable
Need to feed
superceding self control
Disenchanted masses
their distended bellies never full
salivating over the prospect of a wishbone
eyeing the governing body
a roasted beast upon a platter;
bitter lining of their stomachs consumed
from the inside out
Satin curtains ripped away;
windows shatter
exposing great illusionists
of our day and age
Revealed for what they are -
pigs getting fatter
hogging all the temple grain;
charletains on a stage
Dragged kicking and screaming
Into the audience
Devoured
Torn apart limb from limb
by the emaciated empowered
Bitten once too often
the hands that fed you
bite back with a deadly kiss
Starved for too long
the people attack
In rage that can only amount to this:
cannibalistic bliss
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