the fear is palpable, sweaty, reeking, stagnant, primal.



the spectre of thermonuclear war, the ravenous vultures circling overhead.


all at the switch of a button.


infantile lunatics at the ready, exchanging taunts, rotten school yard bullies,


while the rest of us, the people, forced to hear the terrorising drivel and spewed vitriol of ad libbed threats,


of the hubris of dictators, whose people starve,


engaged in their machismo, their infantile game, their egos puffed and swaggering, their testosterone fuelled male ugliness putting on an obscene, murderous show.


they have rested easy, ensconced in their grotesque wealth, cocooned and coddled, while countless souls sleep hungry and wanting, while numberless souls slog for minimum wage.


these men are unspeakably dangerous, unhinged, seeing this world of ours as their fiefdom, devoid of humanity, brimming with twisted, smug arrogance.


we the people, can not, should not, and must not sit silent, lest we be complicit by being mute.


we the people, can not, should not, and must not allow our indignation to be squashed.


we the people, have for far too long, been battered blue by the actions of such men, always men, who have rained death and destitution and destruction upon millions.


we the people, can not, should not, and will not, sit quietly on the sidelines, as these men attempt to lead us to the precipice, the brink of horrific suffering for our fellow human beings. 


we the people, can not, should not, and will not allow our voices to be hushed, our collective outrage to be beaten down,


for we are now in the deep, murky waters of hate,


and unless we rise as one,


we doom ourselves to choke, gag, and drown.