Large Fierce Mammal

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Grist for the Mill

By LFM

Tim lives in the city in a tiny wee flat,
He says he hates “fascists” and wears a black hat.
He has lots of friends and they go on the town
To fix what is broken by burning it down.

Dontrell finds his fire in historical crimes,
Committed by people in earlier times,
What keeps him aflame is just yesterday’s shooting
Of a neighbourhood Brother that started the looting.

It’s easy to lie to such children as these,
To aim them at those you would force to their knees,
Resistance is futile’s the cry of the day,
Who calls to “defund” really means “do away”.

Yet history shows that those sent to the front
Will fight all the sharper when grasp of it’s blunt,
Their reason for dying they’ll miss to their graves —
Someone has something that someone else craves.

They’ll tell you the enemy’s stayed on the gun,
Ordered to impotence, ready to run,
None asks, “When we win, how will all of this go?”
“When we turn on the taps, will the water still flow?”

No question is offered for wrongs must be righted,
Red busy hands of the Truth are benighted —
Those ones who would lead you, whatever their game,
They’ll buy and sell you, and all stays the same.