is like
sweat on their brow,
blood red,
the political
pundits
and worshippers,
they see
only one way,
they listen to only one
voice,
their side
or the highway.
there is no middle ground.
no joy,
no peace in
their hearts. they are
the unread,
the uneducated despite
the sheep skins
on their walls.
drinking the Kool aid
of their
beliefs
until it's all gone
and they drown.
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