Loudly Latent
Loudly Latent
The empty engines of chaos,
Fueled with the half-truth,
And expelling ever-warming exhaust,
Revving now louder
As they seek to consume
The oxygen in the room.
Bolted to their convictions,
They do not seek movement:
The anathema to their stasis of belief,
For they have become addicted
To the production of clamor,
In place of advancement.
These are the apparatus
Of the conservative:
Exhalations in cacophony,
Vapors composed of speech,
Assurances inconsequential,
But proclaimed at length.
Thus do these partisan
Retain their residence:
Through obfuscation,
And the split tongue.
Become a politician,
And you can double your standards.
Cliff Lake 8/8/2023
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