The Fixer

 The Fixer               5/18/2017

Burrowed in

Like a rodent

The hateful parasites

With their heads in the trough. 

Nothing new

Under this dead sun

Just more of the same

Dumb and sinking fast.

The fix is always in

And the secrets

Are always buried

Drugging us all

With imaginary lies. 

They murdered many

And lied every day

Anything to win

And anything for money. 

They love to start fires

And water us down

Anything to keep us distracted

Until it’s too late. 

They want us to think

That it’s inevitable

And they want us to believe

That there is no point. 

But secretly they tremble

Afraid of the chance

That we might yet awaken

And know. 

If they lost even once

The whole house

Would fall

For in that moment

It would be obvious

All that they have done. 

All of the dead

And all of the used

All of the theft

And all of the lies.

Crashing down

Along with their propaganda

Destroyed in an hour

Gnashing their teeth. 

Unable to hide

They will fall on their knees

Blaming others till the end

For what they themselves have done. 

All who will see

Will see

And all who sleep

Will still sleep.

But the corrupt

Let them stay crooked

And the evil

Let them fester

And boil.

Almost imperceptibly

The wheels slowly turn

Inexorable to the end

The day and the hour.