Surrounded by barbarians
in their plastic dog eat god world,
I burn in flames of ignorance,
unaware of what will unfurl.

Your castle’s portcullis lowers,
denying me access inside.
But when I go to confront you,
you run and hide in your stronghold.
You take shots when battlemented
'cause you were born without morals.
You lock me inside your dungeon
before throwing away the key.

Hearsay is a victimless crime,
as long as you’re not the victim.
But when you’re the one that's attacked,
you change into the hypocrite.

You’re brought in for your third degree;
So now what's your plan of action.
There’s no bailey to protect you,
nobody here from your faction.
Your two-faced nature has impaled you;
A penalty for your disdain.
Your deviltry is your iron boot;
It leaves you grounded in my pain!

(March 26,2007)

Michael Fischer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-eat-god-world/