V. and D.

Compassion and cooperation are diseased and dying,
Along with the common and lowly of spirit.
Ambition and competition have won the day,
With the schemers and those who hoard what they did not earn.
Crime is organized, international, and in power everywhere,
Its subversive plans and purposes benefiting the schemers and hoarders.
Who can blame anyone for wanting to succeed,
Until those who rise highest do so on the backs of others?
This race is superior, that faith is chosen,
This gender more fit to rule, that lifestyle more natural.
These suits and ties, these fawning sycophants,
It is they who will receive the keys of power,
While those who work hard, speak humbly, seek truth,
It is they who have their hard work exploited for others' gain.
Those who have risen by these principles,
And those who have made these rules spread and not die,
Like the cancer and the poison that they are,
Like destructiveness and pervasive spreading rot,
They have new names that I have given them,
New titles more descriptive than cheerleading adulation would give them.
Though they are, as I have said, Poison and Cancer,
That which kills and that which spreads without merit,
I now call them Diarrhea and Vomit,
Because it is what they are, and how mankind will now treat them:
If my hope for their future has merit and gains acceptance,
If they gain the future they truly deserve.
Diarrhea and Vomit, natural processes and byproducts,
Means by which filth is eliminated from a system,
A system sick to death and needing relief,
A system choking on its own disease.
We will allow you to fall, to exit from us.
We will purge our bodies and psyches of you.
You will disappear and swirl away,
Utterly flushed and discarded.
The stench you have left on us from your passing,
That we will scrub away, and try to forget utterly.
And now here is my final curse to you,
A curse extending forward and backward in time,
A pronouncement both of a future for you,
And of what I know is your sorry present state.
Your poisonous state and your cancerous spread,
Has stopped and will stop succeeding in us.
The tide has turned on your ruthless ambition,
And will continue to turn on your undeserved success.
Each day you face now is worse than the last for you,
And tomorrow will bring new and greater pains.
This is because you did not, do not, will not, and cannot care,
Because the cries of others went unheard,
Unless they matched your stupid measures of merit,
Your ultimately merciless standards.
You will not and cannot keep your wealth from us,
Your hoards that have so often left us destitute.
If your greed insists on living, it will take you down;
It cannot, and you will not, continue to harm us.
Perhaps you served a purpose: It is found
In throwing you up, and defecating you out.
Farewell, those that I have named.
See you next time, because I know you will be back,
Damn you.