Scourge

You run of the mill racists
You whitewashing bigots
You capitalist pushers
You scourges of hope
You murderers of immigrants and daughters and sons
You holy soap box hero pedophiles
You soothe sayer grifters
You democracy raping liberty fornicators
You art abolishers
You book burning book banning close minded imbeciles
You government idolaters
You forsakers of compassion
You greed drinking gluttons

You swallow poison from a deep eternal well
You cast despair upon eardrums and hearts and minds and souls

You will burn in a hell so deep and dry and horrid if there is a thing
And if there is a thing you are making it and will lie in it and drown in it and lap up your own piss in your wretched sideways thirsty mouths

You will leave this earth and history will scoff and chip away at and scrape and scratch away the very remembrance your shameful names
And if there is a thing such as hell it will welcome you all and you will see our faces looking down upon you and we will be laughing and spitting where your footsteps once stumbled

You are nothing
You are futile
You are feeble
You are a meaningless footnote in a single blink of the eye of existence
You are a waste of the collective atoms of all before and all after you

And I pity you
And we are hope
And we will overcome
And we are the multitude
And we have all power in love
And we will rebuild what you have broken
And time is on this side of fate and we are the destiny of all good things
And we are and will be and always have been victorious against the likes of you