Kitsch Politics Poem by Sakura Tomoko

Set upon golden hills would be a truce; not shining like a sun
Not golden as a moon
But bright as the stars-
Distant forever till they are not, and by then far far
Too late
Oh far
Too far
Far far
Writhing in agony for defense of savvy society in
Swav-information as a garb for a gag
Slung against the youth with such phrases as
“dulcet” and “decorum est” what words
Sing in dulcet tones and shriek
In subterfuge that old lie that
Would will the deaths of countless
In vain attempt of peace
Chaos is bound to be abound
In attempts of peace
Turned—unknowingly- to
Plays for blood
Imperialism, nationalism
What springs from lies of nations?
That which would spring from
Cruel empires of yore,
As the common turned to patriotism, so do they
Turn to expatriates, their fundamentals
Are corrupted in attempts to preserve very that
By lies that would seek to use them-change- them
For betterment of a proverbial totalitarian-
With the face and mask of democracy