Correct Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

this
world
is filled
with roads
leading to fear.
no one cares that
time is running, you
know this; as flames now
craze the global community.
On broken hearts, you can read
what is written; dissimulations abound.
ethnics riot without compassion, dutiful
endeavours continually get put down.
And you go shopping … and you deny
proven safety protocols, and you
prove yourselves to be fools …
of course, it is mainly you phuucking
corn breeds that are phuucking your dogs
over your insipidly retarded attitudes towards
what has become pandemic … some ‘enemy'
made that is invisible so you feel as if you
each are invincible … how childish of you!
not one of you understand the term ‘duty'
or the term ‘responsibility' … you only
so consider your ego and your ‘rights'!
None of you have ‘rights'! You are granted
‘privilege by birth, ' however that is soon to end!
words cannot express what is to transpire … the
ire of any invisible enemy is unrelenting, and each
of you will come to know what the term ‘suffering'
truly implies … rapidly moving from the ‘living'
into those freshly dug dark holes … yes, your
husks new homes … there will be many graves!
And what was honour and virtue will further cease
as down goes all life, never to again return to that form
of exasperated madness caused by ‘coin grubbing' and
nob gobbling and asp whole licking you each do so well …
listen people, no one is freed of this flesh, without suffering
and as the so called ‘white' minions have continued to cause
the most suffering all around this earth … well it goes to say
your ends do so justify the means by which you each shall
die … do so attempt to prove me far off point … at least
approach your deaths with some substance, and effort
and reflections … for you all have become rejects …
rotting seconds, fodder for the circular file; phuucking
imbeciles! On that note I know that IAM correct!