It's a Must

It's a must for them to win,
This disaster that they have wrought.
Creators of tremendous sins...
With an egomania they have taught.
They have done their best to infest and disfigure.
And followers they have led,
Straight down the tubes...
Without a twitch or a twitter!

It's a must for them to ensure a quick infliction...
Supporting the last of their deeds,
Incites a civil chaotic fight.
So they can yell out, 'Marshal Law'!
Take the goods and run!
Like the scumbags they've become.
Those who disobey rules and laws,
Have one objective...
To inject into everyone a treason done!

It's a must for them to win,
This mental game they've played!
A must to show folks are threatened....
To keep unconscious eyes off of them,
In a downcast and turned away.
It's a must to spread distrust,
Among the people degraded to filth and lust.
It's a must for them to do this...
In the name of God!
'These demons will not give up! '

Even when a resistence to them...
Has begun them to begin the beguine!
In Martinique or Saint Lucia...
Wherever they are seen rejoicing.
But no rumba began in victory,
Is going to end...
With a rhythm or a collective smile they bare!
No grin will be shown on these faces of grim deceivers.

And these creatures who created tremendous sins...
Will be exposed.
And an elimination of those who are just like them,
Will find that they've won...
An onslaught of their backroom shaded failings.
And details revealed of their demonic ways!
Will end an addiction to their demented tastes.

It's a must these days...
To open eyes from such blatant disguises.
It's a must to lift as many dragging butts,
Up off the ground!
Shocked...
But why are so many surprised?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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