City on a Hill Of Death

How many deaths lie at the feet

Of a man of complete

lies and depravity?

Can any human conceive

men who lack all humanity?

The Emperor Wore No Clothes

but, only the child could see

through the pomposity

to the naked truth

that we cannot trust

ourselves.

If we cannot trust ourselves,

then whom can we trust?

This is the basis of democracy.

Every vote must count.

The young ones shout it out

above the crowd of those who doubt

and wither, while justice dithers.

Have we forgotten the lessons

if middle class construction

which formed the base

of The City On The Hill,

under which the bones of slaves

are buried?

Time to Build Back Better

and bury the depraved instead.

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