The Devil’s Mud (Poem)

Pregnant with verbal poison
Procreating invective

Slinging the devil’s mud

An army of do-gooders doing no good
Turning what’s right into all that is wrong

But if what’s right is wrong
Then there ain’t nothing truthful
In this system of lawless kings

They write laws but don’t keep them
Plot wars that don’t end
Make criminals of the faultless and poor

Slinging the devil’s mud
Like can’t nothing stick to them
To their garments that cost more than our blood

Summoning the Dayz
of the Boomerang

That slings back what is coming back to them

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