Emotions, alternative facts, thrown down like feeding pellets

Draw hungry hate to the feet of folklore preachers and storybook zealots

While human rights are colour coded and dressed up as finders keepers

Reserved for the fortunate births, the cloistered whitewash of true believers

It’s true

This has to be the beginning of fascism’s final throes

They’re rising up to the surface, their ugly covetous grins exposed

Let our unity sing their outro

Validation, the new opiate, doled out over the counter

The escapism, the distraction, the antidote to responsibility

They think they can lead via Munchausen by proxy

On a global scale

While promising to cure our ails

But we know snake oil when we see it

This has to be the beginning of fascism’s final throes

They’re rising up to the surface, their ugly covetous grins exposed

Let our unity sing their outro

L. Switzer