Political

Oblivious 
Minds do ride 
In times of disillusion 
And we strive 
To stab 
Their hearts 
With a knowledge encrusted 
Shining instrument 
Of happy destruction 
We fight 
To bring down 
The mules 
That are laden 
With misinformation 
About the truth 
And we kick 
And we scream 
And we have the will 
And the power 
Now 
To knock down 
The heroes 
That didn’t bleed 
But basked 
In buckets full of pseudo 
Tears and memories. 
It is our turn now, 
To cover them 
In the soil 
They attempted to cultivate.

The Horses