A Game of Horseshoes
I happened upon what I thought was a clash
Ensuing once more between two mortal foes
Who hurled munitions of verbalized trash
As often they do when their ignorance shows
However, as bloody as both sides might act
All fuming and foaming, with fiery rage
It seemed as though neither of them had attacked
But in fact, they appeared to be on the same page
"I think," said the first, "the solution is clear
As far as the groups taking over our land,
They're different and strange, therefore that makes us fear
Whatever those vilest of vermin have planned
We know that they're lesser, genetically weak,
And can't be allowed to defile our kind
We'll gather up every degenerate freak,
Then wipe them all out, leaving no one behind"
"It's true," said the second, "that some are unfit
To live on this planet that serves as our home
As seen in the profligate crimes they commit
Against mother nature wherever they roam
They plunder our resources, poison the seas,
Pollute what we breathe, and consume all they can,
So that's why we need a selective disease
To kill those defilers according to plan"
The other inquired, "But who should be first?
How should we determine with whom we will start,
So we can determine which ones are the worst?
It's vital to split different people apart,
We'll judge by external appearance and traits
As well as the ways that they speak and behave
To save those like us, send the rest to their fates,
Then pile the refuse upon a mass grave"
"But wait," said the other, but didn't protest,
"Remember the details this model implies
That some should be valued above all the rest,
They must be exalted, for I think it wise
To use them as bait when we fight for a cause,
Parade them as props and exploit them as tools
Until they are favored by national laws,
The public not knowing we've played them for fools"
"Though who are the ones that are truly oppressed?"
A rhetorical question the way it was phrased
"We're victimized, scapegoated, more than the rest,
Insulted because of the way we were raised
Those activists constantly mock who we are,
Attack our traditions, diminish our role
Because our beliefs are too old and bizarre
And therefore we can't be in total control"
The second replied, "I'm aware of the fact
That people don't realize their words carry weight,
They slur other groups without forethought or tact
Inadvertently spreading a message of hate
I always rebuke them with venomous threats,
Ensuring their privilege won't go to their head
For I get offended when someone forgets
That bigoted words often leave people dead"
"I know," said the first, "our oppressors abound
They run all the agencies up in D.C.
There's evidence out there, the proof must be found
That they orchestrate all the disasters you see.
There weren't any planes, and those towers came down
Because of explosives the government placed
Those victims aren't dead, they must still be around
For I fight for the truth, and the truth must be faced"
"There's more to that story," the second replied,
"They did it for profit, to justify war
Our leaders are guilty, the government lied
And covered it up, like so many before
The skeptics and scientists, all of them shills,
It's obvious someone had paid them to speak
It should be apparent our government kills
To silence its citizens, week after week"
"There isn't a question of what must be done
Or who must be punished," I heard the first say,
"We've gathered supplies and I've purchased a gun
So no commie or fascist is getting away
I'll go to their rallies, arrive unannounced,
Then set off the charges and start spraying lead,
Thus serving as judge with their sentence pronounced--
No pause or remorse, let the rivers run red"
"We've suffered too long, so we must take up arms
To dispose of our despot," the second agreed,
"We'll free all the people his tyranny harms
And show him that even a god-king can bleed
With the dictator dead, all our problems are gone
So people can finally choose their own fate
The nation will sort itself out from here on
Whoever takes over, I'm sure they'll be great"
I'd listened enough to these driveling drones
Aligned to the poles, yet agreeing on most
You might be forgiven for thinking them clones
Like ends of a horseshoe, they come pretty close
For people this stupid, there's just no excuse
Since both are as dense as a cinderblock stack
That horseshoe, I think, could be put to good use
By giving those numbskulls a good solid whack