I can't stand his hatred and his bigotry,
I can't stand his lies, arrogance, and cruelty.
His greed, intolerance, his lack of dignity.
I can't stand his vile and unjust policies.
I can't stand his desire for wealth and fame,
I can't stand how he loves the sound of his own name,
Or his mission to erase those who are not the same.
I can't stand his skill in escaping the blame.
He sits at the highest seat of power,
More money than God.
With all he has,
You'd think he'd use it
to do some good.
Instead,
he dreams of a world turned white and straight,
A colourless,
bland,
and ignorant place.
How can someone carry
so much hate?
In restless sleep,
I walked as Lilith,
wrath-bound.
With Lucifer beside me,
his shadow aflame.
The earth groaned heavy
with the weight of lies,
And power’s rot festered
in gilded halls.
The great house rose,
pale as a corpse.
Its walls steeped in
the blood of betrayal.
A serpent sat enthroned,
his crown of corruption,
A monument to tyranny’s
decay.
In my dreams, I see them all,
the ones who let you slip away.
The neighbour who laced the earth with death,
letting you lap up that toxic mess,
your little body wracked with pain,
stumbling, lost, into the street,
only feet from your own front door,
Perhaps they didn’t want to pay for a professional.
The driver who did not apply the brakes,
who felt the bump and carried on,
leaving you alone, afraid,
dying on the roadside,
Only feet from the safety of your home.
Perhaps they wanted to get home to the football.
