PRATE ON

A poison pen
And a hypocritical conscience
Can so easily be cloaked in
High morality

Prate on
Knock them down
With words
Slay them in the name of
Public opinion

Write on
Right all the supposed wrongs
That provides fodder to pay your bills
With that pen of ignorance
With the ink of ill-will that
Masks all your inner demons
Traduce them all

Surmise
Assume
Prate
Slay
Affect moralistic outrage
The transparency of everyone else’s wrongs
Apparent to only you
Who feels the need to spare no one
And to condemn all

The power of your mighty pen
The deftness of your opinion
Acquires a following
Of feckless drones
Who lift you on high
Parading you as a modern day hero
A champion of the little man

None can see the Janus and Cant in you
Nor the hypocrisy that fuels you
Or the revenge that maintains you
You are a monster
Happy with words of destruction

No fairness
No compromise
No letting be
You are king
But only for now
The short term mind-set that compels you
Will conquer another day

Those that praise will
One day slay