Let there be Light

Another monster
Of our own making
Double tapped to the
Godless glee
Of a forgetful nation
And buried
In an ocean trench
Of already
Overflowing lies

These red
White and blue filters
Blocking entire spectrums
While generating a blurry
Golden nimbus
Around black headlines
Containing as much light
As we choose to see

The enemy
Telling us who to fight
The thief asking
For charitable contributions
The illusionist
Demanding a suspension
Of our collective disbelief
The devil himself
Selling tin halos
To the pocketless
And for having forfeited
The minimal effort
Of keeping one eye open
I am nearly certain
We deserve the frontline
Of all their wars