Maniacal Masses
Like night of the zombies they’ll march to their orders
Infecting the nation (though less on the borders)
Righteous the wrath they espouse with delusion
They preach and they judge ... but the act’s an illusion
Extremes are not virtues and nor are obsessions
Darwin would view them as social regressions
Disdain for the values they promote in their cause
As leaders spew venom to obtain their applause
Maniacal masses so mindless in measure
Seems hating what’s different brings greatest of pleasure
Copyright SGW 2005
* Dedicated to the right wingnuts of America and their blind obedience
Monday, March 7, 2005
Poem: Maniacal Masses
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