Nothing Left Within The Left Poem by David Welch

Nothing Left Within The Left



They once cheer-led the working class,
until they were useful no more,
now they call all of them ‘racist, '
to be hated and deplored.
Ignoring that it's wholly sane
to fear losing a scarce job
to an illegal immigrant,
to be well and truly robbed.
But all of this was done before,
it's a cold and brutal fact,
the left created old Jim Crow,
bigot votes feathered their hats,
until they decided dark folks were good,
and handouts their votes did net,
one day they will be cast off too,
there's nothing left within the left.

They once championed free speech,
now they're singing a different tune,
if they don't like what you've to say
then they just try to censor you.
And if you still keep talking,
they send out PC-hate brigades
to mob your home, get you fired,
take everything you love away.
If you mention the rule-of-law
all you'll hear is their laughter,
associate with one of their foes,
they'll throw you to a prosecutor.
If they find no crime they make one up,
it's the tactic that they like best,
no cares for justice or the truth,
there's nothing left within the left.

If you should dare to worship,
try to live by those beliefs,
they'll say you are ‘intolerant, '
that you conscience is ‘bigotry.'
And yet should any one of them
break a single P.C. law,
they're ostracized and cast right out,
without a single moment of thought.
When you point out that they have just
chosen a different, unproven faith,
they cry "Fascist! " or just stand there
with a blank look on their face.
Unless, of course, you join Islam,
then they cry, "Don't even jest! "
Up 'till the day they get blown up…
there's nothing left within the left.

They still cling to socialism,
though it fails and devastates,
they'd rather rule a ruin then
admit they have made a mistake.
They push us towards a civil war,
if we are not already their,
and the shocking thing about it
is that they do not seem to care.
Power is all they've left to crave,
they jones for it like and addict,
if they break lives in its pursuit
then they are just fine with it.
No love of freedom still remains,
morals and principals bereft,
the walkaway folks have it right,
there's nothing left within the left.

Except maybe death…

Wednesday, December 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: how i feel,political,rant,rhyme,society,truth
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