Razor Wired Doves
by Odin Roark

A cabinet of vultures in white feathered masquerade,

Demonstrate,
Propagate,
Disseminate,
Relegate,
ego enhanced propaganda.

But must we tolerate?

For who among us has not wished a Cause
hoped of Peace,
gazed upon our oft times
pointless lives and wondered?

Might I find that purpose?
Might an olive branch fill my grip?
Might I do and be of worth to peace?

Yes!

We most likely have,
with the small innate voice of reason within
screaming of logic louder.

And yes,

We have most likely,
like the Donald has done,
held our breath as we faced
another 21st century outhouse of
ignorance-fueled venom,
complimented with bio-enraged bigotry,
inviting our waste-conscious inner self
to step on in,
as the door is slammed,
its iconic half-moon-carving for air,
sealed by duplicitous stuffing of
political and moral pundit speak.

Sadly…

Hate mongering would have us
allow this cabinet their directional will
to maintain and service our moral compass
toward the melting pole of reason.

For whether we approve or not,
like a thorn-crown of yore,
rectitude's needle-guided direction
will most likely be replaced
with another as yet unencumbered echo chamber,
a surreal trap for the olive branch of peace,
wafting the familiar stench of ignorant sepsis
up from the ever so close edge of Trump’s odious abyss.

Perhaps we need be more aware of
the thorn-enhanced pick-up and delivery schedule,
the fast approaching January 20, 2017.