Untitled Poem
They
interviewed him
He
said he was A Great Man
A
Quiet Man
And
he wanted, nay desired,
To
Make. Life. Better.
And
they bought it.
And
then he got office
And
like Autumn leaves
The
mask slid off
And
we saw his true self
An
Angry Man
A
Violent Man
A Brutish Man
A Brutish Man
A
Selfish Man
And
then we heard his words
His
brute words
His
angry words
The
words that said
"You
do not deserve life."
"You
are lazy and worthless."
"You
will work for us."
"We will send you
"We will send you
To
our rich friends."
"We
have decreed you to be
A new slave workforce
To
serve our rich masters
And
save them money."
"We
will call
The disabled
Skivers
Scroungers
We will send the disabled
The disabled
Skivers
Scroungers
We will send the disabled
In
their wheelchairs
Rip
them off their dialysis machines
Haul
them from their beds
Force
them to work
Or
die
Because
it amuses me
To
see you suffer."
"I
shall hire firms -
Unum.
Atos.
They
shall carry out
My
eugenic policies
My
nazi policies
"Because
I want to build
A
new master race
Of
men like me
Brute
men
Churlish
men
Angry
men
Slovenly
men
Who
think losing your temper
Is
more effective than thinking
Who
think swinging your fists
Is
a better strategy
Than feeling
Than feeling
Who
believe violence
Solves
more problems
Than
peace."
When
that face
That
brute face
That
thug face
Smiled
on the cover
Of
that magazine
Time
Man Of The Year 1936
Adolf
Hitler
I
swore I'd never buy
A
Big Issue
Again.
Because
that churlish
Brutish
Angry
Hubristic
Arrogant
Disastrous
Vile
Feral
Obnoxious
Unstable
Unstable
Stink
of a
Man
has turned
A
million people
Into
Big Issue sellers
Overnight,
And sent
Ten thousand people
To their graves.
Ten thousand people
To their graves.
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