Home To Roost Poem by Dave SmithWhite

So now the dull chickens,
Have come home to roost.
With a polity that sickens,
And gives the dumb show - a boost.
And the world watches stricken,
While the mad base is juiced:
As the reckless lies quicken,
And truth itself is traduced.

Black horses are ridden,
From out of the mist.
Their riders forbidden,
To raise their clenched fist.
The hooves rake the midden,
As the past proves the grist,
Revealing what's hidden,
But with a new twist.

From the forests of darkness,
They bear down in the charge.
On the visceral starkness,
Of our fears writ so large.
Crushed by the panic,
To escape and to flee,
Flushed faces are manic,
As any crazed devotee.

When faith becomes riven,
With intolerance 'midst greed.
And the path to redemption,
Is more spin than it's creed.
And the judgement of others,
Is just what we do.
No introspection is needed:
Going the 'full chook' on cue!

So all the dull chickens,
Are now truly goosed.
The plot really thickens,
And the war dogs are loosed.
Now all us dud chickens.
Have sadly deduced,
That whatever is written,
We've all been seduced!