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En mass, our working classes,
     misemployed, unemployed,
     disabled, and abused,
     pressed far beyond their limits,
     have risen up,
     hissing hate
     that won’t abate.

See them. See them,
     marching now,
     marching strong.

And up ahead, you see what for,
     encircled now
     the self-anointed
     self-celebrated
     roundly hated
     soon castrated.

A howl sounds out,
     a wounded raging HOWL.
     STAY BACK, STAY BACK.
     You will not
     drag us down.

Our riches prove:
     We are the better half.

DIE now, DIE all of you,
     of poverty, delusion,
     cluelessness, and plague.

Your genes, your breath,
     your touch
     WILL NOT pollute
     the purity of our
     resplendent ranks.

OUR MAJESTY WILL PREVAIL.
     DIE you seething vermin. DIE.

The lower classes smirk.
     By numbers,
     they have
     the upper hand.

Squeezed now to icy fear,
     the unveiled elite recoil
     and flee to higher ground,
     far up in the clouds,
     where riches have no worth,
     with food and water scarce.

Ah, anointed ones, what shall do now?
     Pretend Valhalla’s Odin
     will welcome and preserve?
     Invite you join his
     fabled tables?
     Imbibe his royal rum?

Upon cynical reflection,
     undoubtedly true.

But, though lost you now,
     your bitter essences
     still survive.
     No well earned end
     for them.

Unrecognized and un-renounced,
     your dark desires
     smolder on
     deep within
     these poorly masses
     bent on jubilee.

Portent, the cycle will repeat.
     Our vision,
     far too short.
     Our sense of justice,
     untransformed.

Inevitably, some few will
     take up jeweled adornments
     abandoned on the ground,
     marvel at the workmanship,
     and feel a sense of
     providential fortune
     shining down upon.

Proclaim, they will,
     anointment has been cast
     from gods whose ghosts
     reside up in the clouds.

And, with no more wisdom
     than those that came before
     will direct that
     all around
     bow down
     and kiss
     their hands.

Sad, so sad, the
     repeating story,
     ever ever told.

Tuesday, October 20th, 2015
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