It sounded good at first but went too far, their mad confusion. Now deviants wave flags and shriek. We hear only delusion.
Social justice meets mental illness; a blind date in the street; Mix and recombine to make a flamingly bad confusion.
These violent clowns could burn it all down and STILL they'd be enraged As smoke clears on the rubble of their sad confusion.
The worst of all assume they had a monopoly on Progress But the malevolent misfits only ever had confusion...
Perversity hailed as diversity, victimhood applauded; Nations subverted and brought to a sad conclusion.
To Weimar, San Francisco, Babylon and Tel Aviv We could certainly, at this point, make unveiled allusion...
PROMPT #8: try writing your own ghazal Five to fifteen couplets that are independent from each other but are nonetheless linked abstractly in their theme; and more concretely by their form. And what is that form? In English ghazals, the usual constraints are that: the lines all have to be of around the same length (though formal meter/syllable-counts are not employed); and both lines of the first couplet end on the same word or words, which then form a refrain that is echoed at the end of each succeeding couplet.