As Thorns in Achilles Heel
Didacticism, how wide the prevalence,
The essayists, handmaidens, imparting bias~
Propaganda tainted without truth, rhetoric
Painted with Stalin’s prose, nothing else.
Their dreams, fruitless, impotent by negligent intent
Overtly dependent upon riding backs, by those
Whose dreams are devoid of a fiscal conscious~
Robbing Peter to pay Paul: a fatal design.
Ignorant of the fact, or from avarice, greedy~
That which one sows is that which one reaps.
Chanting, whining, liberally, literally, their
Knuckles worn bare, in pockets not their own.
An insidious cloying fever, heads bowing before
Fame of the drawing card, a cult of those
For whom personal responsibility belongs only,
Solely...they chant...to the other side.
Hath common sense withered and died, that a
Nation of sheep are led in race over the cliff,
By one, in disguise, each one coveting, jealous,
Wanting, claiming that to which he has no right?
George Orwell and 1984 have come and gone, yet
The vision, about a body left unchecked, remains. The
Wolf still lives, wields control, his pronouncements
Are as infected thorns in a nation’s achilles heel.
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