A World Of Flux & Spam Poem by David Welch

People sinning, bad men grinning,
a world of flux and spam

To fight the horrid, slow the torrid,
the smart ones have a plan.

By election, or selection,
you'll be part of this fight

Poked and prodded, shame allotted,
they'll force you to ‘the light.'

Burned and scoured, endless glowers,
you wonder what comes next

They taunt and bait, incarcerate,
to make it all ‘correct.'

But nature vying, breaks the lying,
smashes cries of ‘hate.'

Strictures failing, soon travailing,
truth comes far too late.

Realization, not imagination,
you are just what I am.

People sinning, bad men grinning,
a world of flux and spam.