Fascist Faces

Fascist Faces                         September 23, 2008

Fascist Faces 
Spawn half-baked lies, 
Half-smiles, 
Full-fledged burdens. 
They are everywhere. 
They are nowhere. 
They are somewhere. 
They are on you your TV screens, 
The papers that you read, 
The radios you listen to. 

Fascist Faces 
Tinker toy with us, 
Suiting us up, 
Counting us as their laurels. 
They are the voices you hear 
Encircling your mind, 
Trouncing your soul. 
They are the whispers in the dark 
That awaken you 
As you fall asleep. 

Fascist Faces 
Are what make you all pissy 
When you can't enjoy 
A mid-morning jog. 
They are what you sip in the morn 
As you partake coffee 
Over two slices of toast. 

Fascist Faces 
Extract the truth 
And in their stead place dread. 
Worse still, 
They kill the little bird 
Who sticks out its head 
Because it's not one 
Of the Fascist Faces, 
And apparently, 
Neither are you.