January 25, 2024

Their foul treason cannot be undone. 

Shame brings about a lasting stain, 

Makes no matter how it’s spun. 

The truth being plain,

Thinking they won,

Coup de main,

Such fun,

Done.

When passion becomes a silly joke. 

When courage becomes a charade,

As they pretend to be woke,

Their blade is in my back,

Dark lies they invoke,

Can’t backtrack.

No way,

Lost.

I do pity their choice of action, 

They neglected to think it through.

How this movement they would screw 

expedient transaction,

A quick dismissal

Secret move

You’re out

Gone.

What they won through foul perfidy,

They lost to immorality, 

And thoughtless rascality, 

The hammer rose to smash,

My heart, hit my toes.

Retribution.

Is coming,

Coming,

Now.