dwindle and fade,
no satisfaction here
purpose of the ire,
in the open, now clear
garnering support,
an ethos, a ruse,
self-righteous zealot
choose and abuse
don’t need a diagnosis
to tell you to duck;
it walks, and it quacks,
underhand fuck
watch, but do nothing
feign blindness, withdraw
could help, but won’t
the soul—coup d’état
in silence, compliance,
just keep on going,
not twisting the knife,
but watching, and knowing
hardly deniable,
accessory to the fact
encircle the target
enter foul pact
a tribe may be strong,
yet, poisoned in the heart
each member chooses
if they will take part
a bias is a bias,
and roses have fangs
hatred is hatred,
and hate runs in gangs
©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell
Kevin Trent Boswell 