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Mosh Pit Politics

Mosh Pit Politics

The right man
ain't always the righteous man

The strong man
rarely is much on tolerance

The addictionΒ 
to these contradictions
by our desperate for a hero
frustrated nation

begs the question

if this American democracy
is still the solution we want it to be ?

or maybe

just maybe

We finally see the inherent hypocrisy
streaming in our faces daily
under the tattered banner of freedomΒ 

As the top shelf elite wring their hands

Pissing into a fire storm they don't understand

Even though deep down they know
they will be the first to go

With each news cycle day
Mother Media influence wanes

The beast their conflict journalism created
now beyond their power to contain

Even fear tactics tried and true
can not quell the frenzy
as growing masses
cheer the monster
pounding away at our gates

And to those of you
who still have no clue
how the Hell
the groundswell
for this freak show pitchman
grows like a populist tsunami

Just look in the mirror
and peel back that civilized
decaying rational facade

Embrace the monster you are

Put your fist through the glass

Smear your bloody hand on the wall

Give in to the inevitability of our fall

and most of all

SAVOR THE CHAOSΒ 

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Byd0nz

Well presented and well said on a touchy subject

For many but needs airing.

Cheers Byd0nz

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