Your rhetorical vomit is a dying language
that drowns out the voice of the manipulated,
downplays the suffering of buried nameless,
and keeps us confined in our furnished cages.
all hail usurper of the throne, crown made of polished bone.
spectators gathering to stand back and let it bleed.
resistance bound and gagged with tape, all opposition is burned at the stake.
another tragedy accompanied with a smiling face.
so lets wave that fucker high
and tie those yellow ribbons tight.
whatever keeps the morally bankrupt
complacent and pacified