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Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
I have had enough of you!
I know I am not alone
There are millions suffering
And someday you’ll atone.
At some point the silence
You enjoy so much will end
And you and your cohorts
Will not have a single friend.

You insist you’re a Christian
Then cheat and lie and steal.
Point to all the good people
And claim their values aren’t real.
You gather with other creeps
And dress up very expensively
Then spend your stolen loot
On lavish living extensively.

Some of you may have made
A study of which things to quote
Of your badly interpreted religion
And memorize them by rote
So you can spew them back
And claim you are a greatly pious
Man or woman of God’s grace.
That’s how you buy some of us.

You pump us full of falsehoods
Blame everyone but yourselves
And demand we go right on
Working as your mindless elves.
Meanwhile you take apart the good
That we have tried to do before.
You lie and claim you are helping us
And too many of us don’t keep score.

That will not go on forever because
Not all of us are raging fools.
We will turn on you and beat you
With all the appropriate tools.
We will cast you out to the coventry
You forced us into all these years.
You'll rage at us with no result.
You will understand living in fear.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
You’ve done so much
That is in no way right.
It makes us all wonder
How do you sleep at night?
The party of Abe Lincoln?
Not really so very much.
With his kind of leadership
You completely lost touch.

With malice toward none
And with liberty for all
Doesn’t match well with
Your current plans at all.
Right now you look at us
Your regular constituents
As unworthy of your notice
Or any serious commitment.

You’ve aimed your entire effort
At making the rich richer
And very little nectar for us
Pours from your national pitcher.
You prefer we starve and suffer
So Congressmen can get wealthy,
And rich corporations as well
Which is almost twice as stealthy.

So what happened to the vows
You took as the Oath of Office?
Where did you promise to make
A vast king’s ransom off us?
When did it say “Now I promise
To ***** the meek and poor,”?
To me, that is not what we
Elected your crooked *** for.

Why can’t you do your job
Seeing to the common weal
And stop trying to treat us
As if we were something unreal;
Things that get in your way
On your rise to immortality?
Please read the Bible you tout
And learn about immorality.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
With more dreams than dreamers;
Too many hopes that could not be,
Too many ways the evil schemers
Could erase the future we might see.
There were millions stealing hope
From all the people everywhere.
There were even more of the people
Who sat silently and did not care.


That is the way the holocaust came
Not from starving people without hope.
The people were the richest ever
Not a multitude on a slippery *****.
We all had our toys and pleasures;
Some less and the chosen had more.
Technologically we were moving
Into a future we could explore.

There was no reason for us to fail,
To turn on each other screaming hate.
We almost had a perfect nation.
We cry and hope it is not too late.
We had begun to fix the problems
And corporations became afraid.
They would lose control of us all
And all the progress we had made.

So, they bought a gang of thugs,
Paid them well to win their seats.
They knew they could change the laws.
The rest of us would know defeat,
Because they counted on the lazy
And the uninformed to buy their lies.
That’s the way the ending happens.
The greedy ****** off the wise.

The evil leaders speak in circles
And say the bad things are good.
The good things are disparaged
They would jail us if they could.
The cloak it all in Bible guises
Claiming they are fixing things.
Some of us can see the truth here;
They try to make a throne for a king.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
You put the whole world
In his tiny greedy hands!
Is he the type of leader
Who truly understands?
Or does he dole out money
To friends who are foes?
Do really want to quietly wait
And see just how it goes?

Are you just fine with
Your head in the sand?
What will it take to see
This country is out of hand?
Will you be satisfied
With half the planet corrupted
As long as you have beer and
The football game uninterrupted?

Did you stop learning
When you were thirteen
What lack of due process
Can ultimately come to mean?
Did sleep through the classes when
The Constitution was taught?
Or will you blame Obama
For what your ignorance cost?

Then will you ***** and moan
When things don’t go your way
And go vote for some actor
As long as its not a black or gay?
Will you wave your Bible then,
The one you have never read,
When a modern Armageddon
Come crashing down on our heads.

Do you think this government
Is of the people or of the rich?
Do you find yourself calling liberals
A stupid, shameless sonofabitch
When they try to wake you up
That you have elected a cult
With members countrywide
That are robbing us as a result?

Are you just fine with
Your head in the sand?
What will it take to see
This country is out of hand?
Will you be satisfied
With half the planet corrupted
As long as you have beer and
The football game uninterrupted?
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
Do you remember
Waiting by the door
For me to come home
Just a little after four?
Do you remember
Wondering if I were hurt
Lying by a road somewhere
Injured in the dirt?

How many times did I
Disappoint you with lies?
How many times did you
Assume I was too unwise
In my chose of friends
Who drank and smoked
Engaging in philandering
Just like old ***** jokes?

Did you catch me out
With strangers on the make?
Did you ask yourself
“Just how much can I take?”
Did you rage and howl
And call yourself a fool
Who seems to have learned little
All those years in school?

Did some friends tell you
You needed to confront
And tell me what a rat I was
To leave you here in want.
Did you lie and defend me
And keep our secrets well hid?
Did you worry we were through?
You say you didn’t do all that?
Well, the truth of it is, I did.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
Some parents love their children, others don’t.
-Why don’t you love me Mama and Papa?
That would involve something like wisdom.
-What did I do to make you hate me?
To wonder and ask what’s wrong with them.
-Daddy, I’m scared. The world seems mean.
Not want much of anything to do with them.
-I feel like a horror movie on the screen!

Throw them overboard to teach them swimming.
Their faith in family love keeps on dimming.
Too young to have a real chance to sue them.
Parents who have kids but never knew them.
People that have no use for encouragement.
People who seem born without any patience.
An autocrat that has no use for creativity.
A parent who demands obedient passivity.

To make them live a life like a federal prison.
-We used to play Not now. What for?
To have babies and then abandon them
-How come you don’t smile at me anymore?
To living with people that don’t really like them.
-There was a softness in your voice that’s gone.
Demanding they act like little men and women.
-I have no one to trust at home from now on.

Throw them overboard to teach them swimming.
Their faith in family love keeps on dimming.
Too young to have a real chance to sue them.
Parents who have kids but never knew them.
People that have no use for encouragement.
People who seem born without any patience.
An autocrat that has no use for creativity.
A parent who demands obedient passivity.
Brent Kincaid Jan 2018
I used to be an avid libertarian
Now I am a vocal egalitarian.
I see that Republicans are
Rehearsing to acclaim a Tsar,
Contemptuous of anything agrarian.

My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.

The USA is not a pure democracy,
The only thing pure here is hypocrisy.
Voters sit on their hands
And applaud the brass bands
Saying, ”What else can anybody ask of me!”

My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.

The USA is not a pure democracy,
The only thing pure here is hypocrisy.
Voters sit on their hands
And applaud the brass bands
Saying, ”What else can be asked of me!”

My peers are **** near useless bubbleheads.
On voting day, three quarters stayed in bed.
They play a dumb political game
Saying both sides are the same
And let our country drown in the watershed.

Some rail and rightly blame the establishment
As if they understood what that really meant;
They know the country’s out of hand
But somehow they don’t understand
The folks they voted in are to our detriment.

My peers are equally divided bubbleheads
Half of their brain cells completely dead.
Their parents taught them so little
That they are caught in the middle
They believe each word their crazy leader said.
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