Friday, August 31, 2018

day FIVE HUNDRED and EIGHTY NINE

there's a new religion in town
the faithful gather in large halls
chant familiar slogans
the evangelist preacher
with a broad grin, adored
by his loving fans
preaches familiar phrases
we must defeat the enemy
we must not let him prevail

the crowd chants
We love you, we adore you
Save us from the enemy
Do you love us?

he smiles and says
I love you all
but he cannot love them
he has only one love
his odd orange ugly
smug grinning face
he loves the adoration
of the crowd
and anyone who
opposes him
he must crush
he fires up the crowd
kill them all, kill them all

--Thomas R. Thomas

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