Should have ignored,
Scrolled on by;
Waved the sword,
Voiced my reply.

Tensions escalated, agitated,
Muddied the bleakness;
Flustered and aggravated,
I sensed weakness.

Rhetorical, regurgitated rhetoric,
Blatant corruption, lies
Sanctified what’s degenerate;
Helped me realize.

Resist the bait;
Turns clear hazy.
Divided we deteriorate;
Comments confirm crazy.

About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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