Poison Pill

[Syvelocin]

Where is he when your pleading
For the pain to begin receeding?
Where is he when you're alone
And forced to pick up the phone?

I
can't
take
this.
Tell me,
what's amiss here?

Everyone who can take it,
Their bodies and brains are gone quick
No room for thinking, no room for free-will
All hope is gone until

One survived,
But common sense may not thrive
So what does he instill?
A strand of desire, and a poison pill

Racists,
Fascists,
Sexists,
Fundamentalists.

And Hell
Freezes,
Implementing
What he pleases.
The sheep
Become weak
And their brains
Are in chains.

This never changed,
Though very few find it deranged.