Over the top

Under the sway

Attached to ism’s


My way

Or the highway

An unbearable


They are not bloodless

But engorged

With rectitude

That bleeds

Rivers of righteousness

On others

And themselves.

Practical solutions


Are lost

In the dialogue.

The battle of words

Is but a prelude

To their

Inevitable triumph.


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