kinder, gentler liars are coming
a thousand points of darkness
prepare yourselves; they will not scream
nor beat their breasts
as did their predecessors...
no, they will smile
and shake hands with you
and seem prefectly calm
and reasonable
as they burrow into your mind
and drink your blood
and fuck your wife, daughter, mother
while you daydream

they won't point fingers
they won't try to win the south again
and they may even concede to the truth of global warming
but they will climb into your bowels
with promises
of faith and love and honor
and you will grow soft
all over again
because you are afraid
of what must be done
and you cannot be shaken
from your terrible slumber
nor your guilt
nor your cross
nor your simplicity