a kind of poem; liberals

Liberals 

Invite the Satan, burn the old paper.

Secular cause, freedom abridged.  Shut up you foul rightist!

Be quiet you shell of a person! 

You must be shallow not to believe us!

Take up liberalism, leave the good behind you, rape her, abort her!

Our savior is Soros; he screams and spends.

Many are blinded.

And the dumb shall follow,

And the drugged shall know,

And the envious shall march,

And the legal thieves will go,

With them to take,

All for themselves, we know.

To make Godless man, man bound, lovers of themselves—force it on others,

Scourges in suits work for power.

Put aside generations of the good, and those who died for it.

No straps or chains to hold him back, twisted words, more words every hour.

Press on, spread the lie, fan the flame until the idea has finally died.

Waste the find on small minds who happily follow as hungry rats.

Add to your Army—the soulless, rude, the deceivers of our time,

Older fashioned selfish wart covered pigs, newer fashioned democrats.

Add them, fool—the arrogant and misguided, the truly evil part of the heart.

Why must you work to destroy the good?  For mine, we want no part.

Why must you effort to harm?  For mine not a start.

To think you must clean the clean foundations of America?

The power used for good no more if you can buy it and watch it burn.

We have prayer to fight you and use it for the sake of the good that’s left,

The dwindling stream can become an angry ocean—our turn.Inflame me with your lie if I were to let it.

Can’t turn a stone and find a flower.

Turn the liberal stone, find a snake.

Tell us again of your wisdom.  It’s good to laugh.

That has filled a generation and brought them into a wilderness.

I must have missed something.

Using words to exaggerate life; untrue, hurtful, vile,

While safely ensconced in the company of other fools with similar minds.

Cannot see, refuse to see, piss on truth in action—The faithful, the defending, real justice, not killing the unborn,

Not killing the soul of man, not taking away freedom.

Not taking from me to give to those who do not work, choose not to work,

When they could, but won’t.

They won’t when they do not have to labor though,

Comfortable in the most prosperous system ever known,

Others have made it so.

You and Soros fail to see the beauty, the woman before you—

This reflection of goodness—of others—This hope for mankind, underfoot, tarnished by you.

While tearing it down and pulling it in as spit, a bounty to throw.

More vile words, mindless talk, lying descriptions, for what cause do you spend? 

Vile words, untrue words, uttered in the company of other fools, human curs,

While putting on the face of rage, simple anger, burning hate for your comfort? 

She plays her ditty, forgets the manger, what would she have us do?

Nothing it seems.  And let Israel die.  He wants his Prozac free.

It’s nothing to him, to them, until it comes to him, to them and know,

A freedom lost.  Then what?  What good is the lie?

Not hers, not his, in moonlight softness instead a darkness so,

Their moonbeam glow dimmed under the weight of Islam.

Is it mine to ask what it is they—you—really know?I know already and choose not to buy what you’re selling.

Your arguments bore me,

Heard them all before,

Never saw any work; there’s no more shame.

Never been true, but still you look toward fame,

They find a forum—new minds to claim.

People want to kill us. You don’t believe it.

What do you say?  I choose to leave you to it.

You say I’ll join not, leave them be for I am me—Much too important to defend a country so vile,

It is us the problem. I laugh at your chosen stench,

And your fixed mightily stained sickly sticky smile.

How many are fooled by your smallish talk?

How many fools are brought to anger by false talk?

Lie some and lie more, tiresome lies that bore me asleep.

Those who have a lot of hate—why do you keep,Arrogance your bedmate, half thoughts your life?

Is it self-hate spewing from your mouth, fouled odorous,

Is it simply a deeply seated hate for others keeping you immersed in strife?

As if only you are inspired and gifted a mind?Fool.  Heartless, loud fool, evil intent, a bad find,

Who would happily spread your disease to me.

Know forever you will not for I wish to see.

Never should I desire to be as miserable as you.

Instead I choose happy and glad I’m not of your mind, fool.