There’s a geopolitical vase bursting with a monetary disgrace,
And due to the abundance of trading it’s a violent filled place.
It’s precariously teetering on the edge of a morally bankrupt plate,
That’s subject to a draft from an open window of hate,
Blown by a thundering storm cloud of ideological debate.
How often I’m reminded that iron doesn’t mix well with clay,
And how interesting to see kings begin to stand far off in dismay;
Maybe the ripe fruits of their souls’ lust have gone away,
And all the sumptuous and splendid things are being erased.
We now live in a world controlled by systemic mistakes,
That’s honestly too difficult for this man to articulate.
Should I begin with banking policy or the Iranian chase?
Or maybe just play the Trump card impeachment ace?
But if I’ve learned anything from each deceitful case,
It’s that each time we debase each other’s taste,
We displace our common humanities institutional faith;
And spray mace in each other’s fake news stuffed face,
Creating black holes and effacing love in our heart space.
COMING FORWARD 