call me Cassandra
unheard or unheeded, a profitless prophetess
I see the unreasoned blinded by fear's rhetoric
too easy today for profligate devils
to hide dark deeds in dark corners
and no stigma find, instead a platform and plaudits
raise them up as we descend into the fiery pit
they do not smell of roses, who only bile spit
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