the final coup

out of the midst of chronic deception, 

lifting my head to unfounded untruth

blinded by rage at many transgressions

waiting silently for the final coup 

the silent majority standing by

voting in confidence to obstruct the path

too little to late for this outcry

far outnumbered if you do the math

little by little, one by one

observe first hand their seditiousness
not much time, patriots under the gun

to put a stop to audaciousness 

out of the midst of chronic deception, 

lifting my head to unfounded truth

blinded by rage at many transgressions

waiting silently for the final coup

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License