Tom foolery

 

They posture around, mimic lost circus clowns
in the end, just need putting down.
Fools have the rein's controlling our lives
eradication the tools we need to survive
As a surgeon will cut with a scalpel .
 a laser will cauterised, comic and awful
the permanent mask, the straight jacket approach
 the Nazi oppression to just slit their throats?
opinions, are paths, diversions to hell
but our time it is short. without warning we fall
is it magic you brew, or the hags evil spell
excrement smeared, over another's profile
the innocence gone we had as a child
diversity means just counting to ten
 just biting your tongue, again, now and then
to fester and seethe a cancer unseen
 charity comes, from a true human being
the sound that we hear from this daydreamer
chuckles come, like a Laughing Hyena