72 Judases magically turned guns into crosses and hung
perfectly placed themselves pointedly in positions of power
smiling sanctimoniously as the blood of children trickles down the barrels and flows into the sandy dirt
where nothing grows
trauma tantalizes tokens who find joy in totalitarianism
Jones and Pearson promise to protect people and get punished for participating in the people’s house.
sunlight seeps through the windows as the hopeful holler, “NO ACTION, NO PEACE” and rays stream through the hallowed halls
hellified hooligans hoot back, “ASSIMILATE, BECOME ONE OF US”
hoping hope wanes and harrowing hollers are hushed
72 duplicitous kisses can’t keep justice from flowing like torrents of water
Sunlight shines in the darkness, and the 72 Judases won’t overcome it.