See Its Teeth

Wolf in a pantsuit, leading the sheep. What do we live in...a republic, a democracy, or...a hypocracy? The constituency. What? Are they stoned? Are they brain dead revenant's...part of corruptions waste management? Are they blind as a bat, in collusion with the dark? Or, is it just, that they want to vote in, 'the first wolf in sheep's clothing', because, if that's the case, the case was lost President's ago.

There is a wave, a waterless, hopeless wave of 'Islamia' moving against the coasts of the worlds countries. It moves, inexorably greased, by liberal agenda, political correctnea. It moves, within the hijab...hidden and obscure. It claims immigration. It prays sanctuary, from grief in its own lands...as it fire bombs and destroys cultures, burns down churches to build 'onion domes and prayer tower's'...where ever it lands.

It is far now, from being a racist or religious argument...to bar the door. It is just 'good sense, and bolt the shutters too, and...for God's sake, don't vote in a liberal, another liberal...to lead us all to slaughter. Watch the great ones, the highly placed. They all have 'handlers', with Arabic names, or Chinese wives. They are all, carefully puppeteer'd, already destroyed...from soul, outward.

Even though, you see...before your eye's, the lie, you will not leave...the price they paid you, in hope, to be among the few to survive...to bow and scrape, to kiss and suck the juices of the devils who now own you. You have not the strength of purpose or of truth, So, like a coward boy...you throw wide the gate, to those who will enslave you.

Wriggle then, cowards, wriggle as a worm, in a skillet of hell...as your sleepless nights and days and consciences...forever, torment you. For, you know...but disavow, your part in all, from your news to your views...to your 'caberet's old chum', you have sold the farm, and all of our hides...to save your own.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico

Art: google art