by Ron Eller

The madness shall rule
Cowards hide to duel
A zealot's narrow logic proclaim
Murder and terror partake of new found fame
Bold inked black banners share the blame
Hatreds rising star
How could such timid minds get so far
The press is enthralled
For a moment life is stalled

In this environment they come to play
every weakling has his day

From twisted iron and severed stone
once constructed and carefully laid
Political careers are made
Masked as brave hearts they mutter
The confused crowds nod and shutter
Fear is on the menu today
Fanaticism is prepared to stay.

In this environment they come to play
every weakling has his day

The lynch mob has been released
Armed guards prepare to kill the beast
Someone must pay
Quilt is not a prerequisite
All you need do is pre-qualify
Shivering statesmen have found a mob to mollify

In this environment they come to play
every weakling has his day

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