Mason Maestro


Führer Fist - Poem by Mason Maestro

An invisible enemy, from an unlikely country
The faithful now say they’ve all ceased to pray
Given up confession, chance and free expression
Reality restrained and the spirit was broken

A fuhrer’s fist, no sense in denial
Rome again a whore, constant as time
Holy- unholiest of holies
Sleeping with the devil while the church bell’s chime

Mass global census, gather like forensics
Control is the hope so forget recompense
Peace and tranquility is only for the wealthy
Dearth for the masses and inequality

A fuhrer’s fist, a global dictator
Washington’s a whore, constant as time
Holy- unholiest of holies
Rubbing shoulders with Wall Street dark suit slime


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010



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