Two lovers embrace in the low light
below the moons ever watchful sight.
Their story a dream, a fairytale,
told in the midst of twilight.
A gaze of longing
shared between two,
there in that third floor
window stage scene view.
Though down on the street
a nightmare is unfolding.
His bedding not keeping
the cold from getting in.
Behind the cardboard facade
the stagnant discharge
of humanity
flowing down the drain.
The cardboard city
has sprawled
into a cardboard country.
As our government
dawdled forward.
Armed with hatred
they look on
with disdain.
These blights
on the concrete night,
a stain on all that is right.
Streets crowded with misfits,
the dregs of society.
They are such a pain,
the government spin machine
shouts again and again.
Up in ivory palaces,
they worship false power
looking out over glass fronted
glinting towers.
Money grows on steel trees,
not in beds
of cardboard luxury.
They should be happy to exist,
the smirk of evil
crosses their lizard teeth,
A lifestyle choice
freezing in agony.
Take away their tents.
Force them into unpaid work.
Make them our slaves.
A cardboard army
of cutout clones.
Throw them in jail.
they say to everyone.
Oh, wait we can't,
that system is over run.
They chose this,
it's all drink, drugs
and deception.
Derelict deceitful
misrepresentation
and I'm not talking about those
in their cardboard homes,
I'm talking about
the gaslighting government
that create the problems
and then moan,
saying something
needs to be done.
Yes it does.
We need this government gone.
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