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Among the liars, flag fliers,

factual deniers

the war on instinct has begun

scientific distortion,

philosophical contortion

let it be abortion

that now grants us none

Mental regression,

self-image obsession,

under the guise of

oppression they

sanctimoniously leech.

the revolutionaries, &

over-reactionaries

are the contemporaries

who cannot practice

what they preach.

The false accusers,

privileged abusers,

bias users bathing in

the bile they birth

The distribution of

one's own confusion

casts false illusions

of what they deem of worth

Self-reflective denial,

projecting outward trial

a plague so vile it shields

the mortal mind

hypnotizing the spineless,

capitalizing on blindness

guided sightless

is the humankind

Individualism verses

collectivism,

what is free will

if the will cannot be free

With persuasion

of denomination

does what you believe

bestow the right to deceive

Take what you've been handed,

endowed, inherited and granted

and through your fingers let it fall

With the alleviation of appreciation

without double standards

would there be any at all...

I cannot see myself in

this world being found,

among those who claim down

is up while others swear

that up is down

There is no knowledge of

the inhumanity once withstood,

that could cease those

from weaponizing their

own victimhood.

Where logic holds no

validity over emotion,

it is the taste of entitlement

that detracts the relevance

of their devotion

And it darkens the sense

of a greater understanding, when

they've fallen deaf to all dialogue

other than their own demandings.

And they focus their faith into a

chosen form of extremism

like a swinging pendulum,

the behest of a subconscious

hypnotism. To insist

immunity in the light of a

false alliance, squealing

foolishness to accompany

the continued acts of

their defiance. In the end

they'll only hear what it is

they want to hear,

the weakening words

of a failing campaign

in which they choose to smear.

The only consistency found

can be within their own doubt,

as they descend

with communal ad hominems

channeling casuistic clout.

The most privileged protect their

political pose, polarizing personal...

...principle & propagating

a platform for their phony prose....

A fictitious brotherhood,

a fraudulent kin,

only projecting outward

what it is that they so feel within.

There is no reflection,

restraint or redaction,

to those who cannot take responsibility

for the contamination of their own action

And they push their concepts of

identity upon us all, out-thrusting

nonsense so that they may have

a sword on to fall

And we wait for the cowards

to take their leave, for there is no trust,

no virtue and definitely no honor

among these thieves

Where every step is a contradiction

to their last, a promenade on

display... a forward march into

their past. Through the intolerance

of their desperate disposition shown,

becoming disenfranchised

by the infantile climates in which

they've thrown. I cannot see myself

among a flock controlled by fear, for

I have no place there & they have

no place here