A poem

I see Red ties

on white necks

straining

with hate and spite..

Veins

bloodless faces

no traces of intelligence

only cunning,

Red ties for rats

to build

rat empires and rat real estate,

rat deals made

with red ties rocking

back

and forth like a noose

on a gallows..

Red ties made by slave labour

to tell lies,

Nightmares are the latest

Lullabys.

Chris

2025