They Only Look Like Us

The world 'halts', cinching seat belts...'governments lean't left', pausing...course correcting, changing drivers, 'exiting' in unexpected ways...for, ALL had figured out, 'they thought'. Me thinks, they thought not far enough, nor near enough...of their 'constituency's'.

So now, what is to be? The 'new left' leans so far from left...it drunkenly, dumps love notes to the fascist camps, unconsciously collapsing, in its rebel arms...their 'main stream' whores, defining 'what is what'...like, liberals they do adore...and are.

These 'candy bars, and 'stockings', and the 'gifts of arms', mistakenly misplaced, 'of course'; they ask that we forgive. It isn't possible this time. All those, and 'that' we love, our very souls, upon the block, all sold by 'hacking truth', with lies...with liars at the helm?

NO MORE! A different world be born, if SCREAMING, raging, 'fighting for its life'; as any child! NEED bring forth...and shall! Watch 'ill' that was arranged, by guile, by 'diplomatic pouch', by prev'ously, and carelessly, contrived clandestin'y, drop dead! It is a 'changing world'...if not, a 'global' fascist'y.

So now, what is to be? We faced them down. We looked them in the eye. We rejected...their charm. We are on our own, but they are 'sneaky' things...nor will they leave, without great harm. Prepare yourselves...prepare, for they are 'wrath' and evil...knowing 'no mercy'. They only 'look like us'.


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

Art: apocalypse, pierremassine