The Tipping Point

Our patience with ... Lizard skinned schemers, The humble turned decadent, entitled, malevolent and arrogant, Insidious architects drawing margins to elevate their earnings. Preaching equality from throne rooms. Their words of peace birthed inside the barrel of a gun. Those extractive, exhausting reprobates, Those green card patriots, Those "virtuous" devils who hide in the shadows of faith.

It wore thinner than a razor's edge and we turned livid. Furious with them, then ourselves For having ever fostered their ilk.

We stared out our windows Then walked out our doors, Peered above our fences and cried"no more. No More!"