Snow blind hegemony awash in crystalline flakes,
Glittering razors culling our commoners and drunks with the shakes.
Loyalties cleaned and washed through censoring filters,
Amidst shapeshifters shifting to mask hands covered in blisters.
From the cold of their souls and the heat of their rage,
Seared meat not so young as to be tender with age.
The gallows of yore leave fractions aghast,
That here and now they have gone and the past is all past.
Passe the romance and notions of change,
Politics is riddled with absence,
Most notably shame.
P.S. This was written while watching the debates and final results during the Hilary vs Trump 2016 election. Was sitting in jail with a host of felons who were equally disgusted.
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