In Peril

In peril.
And made to fear,
The reflection of one's own shadow.

Even in the broadest daylight.
Many can be seen looking over shoulders.
Clear of clouds and street walking crowds,
While forces of division influenced by racism...
Grow to expose themselves to be,
Obviously determined...
To destroy a diversified ethnic democracy.
One once to have competency.
For the purpose of those mentally disturbed,
Worshipping images to idolize and fiction.
At least...
They had been shown an alternative to craze.
Thin has this line become.

'That line has snapped.'

Yet unable in their minds to disconnect,
That which has been depicted...
As a false representation of reality.
A reality successfully severed,
From a truth disguised as a threat to reject.

Although...
Better it is to defend oneself,
With weapons to get.
No matter how sick,
Such philosophy is sold to buy.
And why and for what?
To protect against suspected enemies?
Hoping with a wish to replace,
An overwhelming ignorance like this.

Where is common sense to use?
Without it to argue over,
Who has chosen stupidity to prefer...
As the law of the land to rule,
While openly hysterically laughing!
Uncontrollably.

'Stop.
I'm beginning to question your sanity.
There is nothing funny about this at all.
We are in SERIOUS peril.'

LOL...
I know.
Help me.
I can no longer stand.
My knees are too weak.
And I can't take anymore.
My stomach is hurting.
Do something.
This B.S. is too hilarious.
Make it go away.