Each and every day

We’re told we’re unacceptable

And unwelcome.

Entitled narcissist megalomaniacs

Chanting recycled variations of

Gil Scott~Heron’s ‘The Revolution Will Not Be Televised’

And the Last Poets’ ‘When the Revolution Comes’.

Crazed feral dragons and hydras

Sporting nice short leashes

Which they don in order to

Pretend to be victims

Hypocrite hunters,

Self professed topplers

Of the supposed

High and mighty.

Daily they prance through

The streets,

Workplaces and academia.

What will be their

Preferred prop today?

Sackcloth and ashes?

Ball and chain?

They go through life

Trying to Seize control.

A fire has been lit beneath them

They use it to burn down

Churches and flags

As they irrevocably destroy families.