Barbed wired jibes of hate directed at something that you have no control over
No longer able to lacerate the heart with snides
Tongues of threats and promises of pain to come left hanging in the ether like impotent ***** in a brothel
You are lord of your imaginary universe and all who bow down are masters of your wisdom
A Machiavellian prince of modern times where fear is the order of the day
Your internet wisdoms preached as truths with no belief in any of their errors
Those heathens condemned to damnation and hell
How can the prince be wrong?
What he says is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help him God
The impudence of those enemies of the state refusing to listen to his majesty
Don’t they know who he is?

Read between the lies and you will see a sad and lonely, little boy dressed to represent modernity, chest puffed but a contemporary emperor in new clothes shaking with fear at rejection
Often and always deceived and flattered by algorithms of truth
A boy trying to find a place in the world as his silent knocks are left without reply
We are no longer listening
The rebels and their revolt are here
Ready to tear down his castles of hate and fortresses of intolerance
His rants and tantrums laughed at
Who is listening?
“No-one”, came the reply, “some people are just no good and the world has moved on”.
Your legacy of lies are no longer welcome.

Place me
On a waterfalls edge
              Above fifty fathoms
To be humbled
With my aggression
One step in front
At arms length
At the distance it finds
                         Its fulfilment
Then from one step behind
I’ll gaze through aggression
            To witness the point
            From where discipline dissolved

Embittered by dregs

of liquorice, black and white --


speak with a black tongue.

We were citizens,

and suddenly our faith has --


become suspicious.

Elitism and dogma are deeply seated within all societies.
It's much easier to shun, or attack outsiders and remain safely entrenched in our own truths.

Perseverance, inclusiveness, honesty, kindness and welcoming each and every truth is the key to cultural success.
Celebrate the good.
Real change cannot be forced with militancy, and it's painfully slow, so much so; that the effects can only be seen from one generation to the next.

Anger is not a force for good.

(Satire & comedy is often an affective barometer for the things to come.)