On the hill above the squabbling crowds
giving their ridiculous opinions
Their political bias spewed out
the way they hold each other up
Hateful words irrigating the mob
Rhetoric both abrasive and poisonous
Yet the swarms gobble it down immune
Or worse sustain their outrage on it
Eyes fill with rage and survey the surroundings
Like the audience was checking itself for outsiders
The words slipped from the box
Up out of the throat falling through the air
Like young people flying out of a water slide
Straight into the anticipating ears of the multitude
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