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This is a poem I wrote for myself.
The Lesser Evil
We flailed and raged against greed and corruption
Fed up with a government
we demanded good governance for our nation
To punish the petty thieves, clowns and fools
We called in the efficient and ruthless goons
But a monster, once unleashed, serves nada
save it’s own mania and selfish agenda
As it turned out the goons weren’t efficient
at anything besides fooling their constituents,
which sufficed to keep them in power
as they turned our people bitter and sour
It took us seven long decades to feel
the deep and painful wound could heal,
if we put the past on the back burner
and worked towards a prosperous future
But those with manias can never let go,
they seethe and froth while others grow.
And in their anger they rip apart
every good feeling, in every heart
Today we stand divided
spewing venom and hatred.
Hooray we shamed and mocked petty thieves,
paid with butchered souls and hearts cleaved.