Monday, October 8, 2018

Neo-Fascism


They wear their Fascist bands
around their lipoma arms,
their maladroit allegiance
and haggard breath of beer
and faulty emblem screams 
death to freedom;
they march in ill-smelling packs
of all white combative Anglo-Saxon,
they speak of one flagitous union
and flickering weak flame,
they threaten with pogrom, genocide,
and carnage, their insurrection of lost
fables and quelled causes only display
strife, discord, and heretic unrest,
they push out the weak and
steal from the righteous, they're resolute
with gaud patronage and only show
obedience to a dead Austrian monster
who's immortalized through 
modern insurgency;
yet, neglected in spirit, our fallen
WWII soldiers who page and index 
the brutality of Fascism, and
God bless every forgotten 
hero who obliterated Fascism. 

- John Hardesty 

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