Damn! Slam.

There’s no debate

Dialectic discourse

Died,

Drowned these decades.

Choking

In Gold water tides,

Coughing up

Sapphire pearls,

Regurgitating gruel;

Pap force fed

Straight from the tube.

With that gift of…

¿wisdom?…

We Rove their wasteland

Seeking heroes,

Leaders,

Daddies.

We found…

John Galt.

Shotgun shot companions.

Flight-suited Frat boys

fresh from their farmsteads.

Giant Cartooned

minions, mindless;

fanning flames

of discord,

masked in glory,

flying false flags,

face-painted,

horned,

shouting slogans,

felling

cherished icons,

raising

golden calves.

crying Freedom

while loosing bloodhounds;

rooting out liberty,

filling every womb

with tomorrows cannon fodder

for their great crusade.

To capture

hearts and mind!

America!