HYPERBOLE

mr. t's gold-plated penthouse -

what does he know about the 98%?

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He came out, face flushed,

full of swagger,

and laid it on thick:

distortion,

amplification,

embellishment

and outright untruths.

Not enough people

fact-checked the "facts".

They believed,

because they were angry

and disgruntled

and they wanted to believe.

He slid the minds

salivating over the word "change"

into the hyperbolic chamber*

and gave it a spin,

the conman's spin,

gilded with a lavish patina

of narcissism,

and they bought it.

If the 98% is tired of struggle

at the hands of corporate control

of government and finance,

why hire a corporate billionaire

already familiar with 

how to work the system

to his own ends?

Fox in the henhouse.

The changes that are coming

will not be good ones.

The hens are already

warbling their distress.

I may accept (be resigned to)

the fact that we are going to

live through a colossal mistake

(if we survive it).

But I will never accept injustice,

racism, extremism, prejudice

or ugly behaviour. 

The struggle of Darkness and Light

has intensified.

Buckle up, my friends.

And hold those candles high.

*I borrowed the word hyperbaric and changed it up to suit my purposes, LOL. This poem is what happens after I scroll through facebook for a while, reading the latest outrages. Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif is Hyperbole, and Elizabeth Crawford's word for Day 3 of her Writing the Light challenge at 1sojournal is Acceptance. How much are we willing to accept and where do we draw the line?