AND DICED

AND DICED

Oh the satire
ran away from me

shunned civility,
turned severe

demarcated sharply
for slicing

sheep on the one side
    goats on the other

yet
   to preserve some
semblance of balance
nothing in the middle

a house divided:
those who laughed
       set against

those who cried;
and those, true
     to the sport

        who both
laughed and cried

and then up
on high prior so
           monstrously reversed

those whose guilt of complicity
though masked by
whatever
     fake camouflage

ran
  
horribly
          deep

that like Vampires in the light
suddenly stripped of immunity
and with
  ripped-off
disguise

all they dare do is lie
down with their victims
(human
     at last) wither
and die

(sadly only
    metaphorically, in my
wildest imagination, even
though the world,
planet,
cosmos

crying out for justice;
desperate for correction).