How many times

How many times

Will the commanding voice

Drown out the meek

They pretend to care about

Until the lights go out.

The harsh-faced hawks

With their hands

On the prize

The gleam of power in their eyes

In their blood

If you believe the rhetoric.

They love the sound of breaking glass

The stamp of leather boots

The clash of steel

Real men know how to make a call

That is what they say

How can you refuse

It must be conspiratorial

A fiction to hide the truth.

Power breeds power

Fascists love a war

It is a deceit to suggest

Only the strong survive.

Who among us is weak

When so much is lost

For nought

And the world turns

As the warmongers

Pay the price for their loyalty

To the machine

With their souls.

Even as humanists whisper

The folly of such a belief

Turning the air blue

With the force of their nature

Calling for peace

As a choice

Not for greed or temperance

But for the good sense

Of it.

Corruption flourishes

When good people do nothing

To prevent the rich from getting richer

Than National interest.

The world is evolving

Into an obscenity

For the privileged

Monkey to grind into grist.

Feed the Bears

Let them run riot

In a bone china shop

Full of skeletons

Firing cheap shots at Bulls' eyes

Culling the last of the Unicorns

And blaming the newborn

For all of the noise

The lack of a clean shot

Splinters from the blowback

The taste of porcelain veneers

The smell of spilt milk,

Fascists can be Vegan

But shut the door on the monsters

Let them play

On their own

Give them all of the boys’ toys

Turn the key

Double lock it

And keep them in.