No Surprises - a poem

Heathens dress in all black spectacle in contemplation
of the end of the world. A cold sweat beads pearls down
foreheads, and commiserates with chills, and goose flesh
to ponder the soulless task of saving the soulless. Granted
that they rebuked the claims of archangels, and wise men
they do not do so with a sense of pride, but of pained realization
that that which they rallied behind was awash in a long history
of exploitation. As eclipse determines the blood moons strength
savage people beat their children senseless, into senseless adults
who continue the cycles of violence, and we are still in shock
that bullets riddle us into stupors rather than rise us into action
taking.

What is it the savior complex wielding police men do when their blue
garments are coated in animal feces, and human remains, when the bludgeoning
tools are turned on the innocent, and the criminals are denizen in authoritarian
garb. Is it no wonder that heathens are born, when the church trivializes
how one sin counts as others, and turn their backs on what was supposed to be just
and so. Is it no wonder, that rivers run in reversal, and the visual
acuity of every so-and-so is damaged because of sprays of mace,
peppered and sauted like they are scalding on frying pan oil, bacon grease,
and the pigs rolling in mud, wise to their demise, but decidedly ready
to bask in the soup, unable to stage a coup because they lack the disposable thumbs,
just as stars and stripes waving patriots, are too dick-less to stand up
for the things they said they stood up for.

Heathens, are in a mind-fuck, looking in mirrors, and wondering if its true
that they, you, and them are the same as her and him, that they
who smile, in sync with the image reflected are all but one in the same.
That you can be a true-patriot, born red, white, blue in the same baptism,
but somehow less than zero if affiliations are opposing. Is it no wonder
that all of the contradictions, and the hypocrites spit puts off masses
to conduct themselves in our processes. It is no wonder, and we should stop
being surprised that it has come to this when we designed it this way at the start.