He bled forehead a large contusion.. brought such gossip trials.. filed in naught more than illusion.. made fake statements filed.. by corruption folks around say ‘such a long time known’.. his lies thought wise by drunkards eyes staring from vacant thrones..
‘Bring down this sinner’ roared the clown of blood and gold.. slap him with lies from all who despise those poor.. alone.. ignore from floor to heaven his lies from unknown love.. his swastika was all they missed from hate and fisted glove..
I cannot nor do I wish to even speak of such.. who has the understanding of a cockroach on a crutch.. his fame a game of negatives that long since lost a way.. to make a life devoid of strife confusion took his day..
‘Get them out’ I heard him shout his voice a rusty hinge.. his mind in fear of lost marbles as winos from a binge.. he cares not for the child of mother raped while village burned.. he cares not for the sickness in his mind as love returned..
His fear is queer in face of anything that makes him feel.. his paranoid reactions make him blind to what is real.. He cannot hear his name true uttered from gutters he made.. his conscious is a drunk with gun one hand.. hellfire was his blade..
Karma flow your magic carry tragic such as he.. into path of a cleansing wind blown cross the seas.. let cool love deny the sins he sees creates and then.. blame falsely on the minds and lives of all women and men..
Save a grave for a denizen of hell such as he an alley where sweet sleep will never set him free.. take him to the childhood love denied makes monsters live.. and fear of those he thinks will take please let him feel to give..