Those Temptations Crooned
Blithesomely crooned those Temptations
“Two children, maybe three.”
Or is it just my imagination?
Have we not murdered millions
To keep from getting four or more?
That was a sick message unknown
To those who were there to croon
And sing those tunes that tickle,
While the flow of blood is past a trickle.
Yeah, it surges by the gallons
While we’re all caught on the talons,
That bird, that symbol of the nation.
Law and Order! No salvation
For the weak in need of rescue.
Truth and Justice we eschew!
“Let ’em go. We don’t care,
And for them we have no prayer.
We eat, sleep and make merry
Sure that His judgment will tarry.
0840 on 9 Feb. 2021
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