take the step
the net won’t appear
be ready to fall
through air that’s not clear
sided with hate
honor slick in oil smear
killing good
to assuage the fear
excused conscience
kicked in the rear
while lady liberty cries
monsters watch with a leer
she stumbles and falls
the grotesque groan and jeer
visions focused only inward
into hell the masses steer
mindless going in the wrong direction
like a stampeding herd of dear*
dark advancing in the light
worst case scenario is near
helpers painted as vile villains
like pharisees at Jesus with a sneer
fleecing the good from the country
just like Jason’s golden shear
earplugs tightly in canals
the sorrow and screaming no one can hear
*that’s the spelling of dear I meant to use
Sparks 