The goose steppers coordinated,
synchronized in shackles,
quotes from scriptures coming like drum beats
mirroring terror and war.
Skipping the part about thinking on their feet,
the emotions loaded and volitile,
trigger happy and at home with hate.
the president with the kiss of king Tut
rolling with the lunacy and liking it.
Stale as the air in his head, maybe,
but bodily comforts prepared for any emergency.
What optimism that can be put on paper
coming from outside the institutions that hang over
Coming from you and me
Check the temporary folders for lodestone tomorrows.
The cocktails parties beat around the obscene,
Ignoring the pop-up screens.
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