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Circus

They deal in hatred

-often well disguised.

Religion impregnated

the extremists.

Then the fingers

really started pointing.

 

No one is left

without being chastised.

Immigration knocked up

national pride.

 

Everyone is waiting;

glaring at each other.

We are all dogs

being cattle prodded

with hatred

until our leashes snap.

 

What a circus it will be,

even more so than now.

More so than ever.

 

I am both sad

and excited:

If it takes so much

-a moment of finality,

of bloodshed

and horror-

to make them realise

that they really ****** this up

with their superstition,

flags

and greed

 

then I will grin

through the whole

disgustingly fitting

affair.

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Written by
jamie-townend
Herzegovinian
Published
Oct 10, 2009
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