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The Shadow
The shadow it comes from the east,
From the depths of Russia
It neither follows nor covers,
It imbues and saturates,
Soaking into mentalities.
It swallows the least,
becomes the grease,
the slime of the beast
That grows in those of the Illiterati,
The non-reading masses.
No novels, nor history,
Just scrawls graffiti
Or antisocial twittery,
Garbage,
Hateful verbiage.
The populist ass,
Nationalist class
The deprived, the fearful
Those scared individuals
Seeks a home for its hatred
It finds the putrid,
Poorly educated,
Or pompous bigoted
Gullible deplorables
Claiming reform,
Seeking to deform,
with depravity,
and twisted ideology,
Targeting minorities.




