The worker ants sat in their pews
           	No mind paid to the orange shit on their heels
The remnant of their leader’s lies that secrete
           	Bigotry, violence and deceit
With smiles and half-closed eyes
           	Their little minds becoming weaponized
The message never changed
           	Hate the different, attack the estranged
When the eulogy had been homogenized
           	They marched back to their pitiful lives, hypnotized
 
Roy Richard
December 2024