Foie Gras

we all are absolutely mad,.
to obey another day,.
as the world burns,.
our stomachs turn,.
we eat too much sacrificial slaughters,.
yet we have found no martyrs,.
this is decay,.
total infliction of mental illness,.
our minds are spoiled foie graus,.
fattened by nothing but fear,.
year after year,.
our own thoughts no longer compel us,.
we have placed our trust,.
in leaders who have taken our civil rights,.
over a plague that is nothing but another wave,.
of mother nature trying to pick the fleas of her back,..,.,