The Art of the Award Winning Poet Igor Goldkind

Archive for November 5, 2024

An American Beast

There’s a pair of cowardly yellow eyes staring out  of the heart of the darkness.

Staring up at the moon like a  baleful  werewolf,

Keeping  to the shadows

Well away from the water lest he catch a glimpse of his own bestial reflection.

He licks his lips and drools his greed onto his matted stained hair

An American beast is hungry for the lives of our children

He  only feasts on promises  as the truth twists his stomach sick.

An American beast charms the habits off of nuns and desecrates their crucifixes to hang burning bodies from.

An American beast prowls the suburbs at night

Spilling the trash cans filled with hypocrisies all over their emerald sprinkler lawns 

There is no midway between lies and facts.
There is no halfway between discourse and violence. There is no middle ground between democracy and fascism.
There is no soul beating within the American beast

There is no worth to the MAGA-beast!