Rush

He doesn't see himself a nuisance.
One with lips to hush.
Like many folks he represents,
His rush to judgement...
Is so out of touch.

A drug abuser and self destructive.
With an ability to divide and seperate.
He incorporates racist remarks in public.
With a marketing that suits his listeners.
And crushes those he hates in debates.

This to him is fulfilling.
His rants and rages upstage.
Like a child he is behind a microphone.
Yet has no concern about the noise heard made.

But those he offends have grown tired of him.
And seek to have him silenced.
Even the ones who support his nonsense,
Wish to stop his taste...
For agitating racist violence.

And this he does too well.
With a venom spewed,
That is straight from hell!
Like others with a lust,
Who rush to publicly judge.

'He does it for the fame! '

To victimize others without signs of shame?
Just to make a name to claim?
Times have changed!
Winners today,
Have no need to play those outdated games.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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