Sans Anesthesia

Brett
Mar 29, 2020

With god-like furry, and
The temperament of a rogue wave,
He steeled himself against the others.
How dare they be unaware
Of the devilish plot
To marginalize, separate, and shear.
Fear and worry strangled dissents,
Almost all became witting accomplices
To their own confinements, yet
The virulent debasements did sneak past them
In the night of hundred year scheme,
Bankers, business, politicians dissected them
Sans anesthesia.
Most were pleased for the scraps
Tossed to them from under the table,
He was not.
He chose to stand with Julian,
As truth will break their spines.

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