Cleansing The Temple

Long long ago, there was a great bear, who was known to his Mother as Boo,
He had a great heart, twice the size of the moon, and so loved the world that he knew,
This bear, you see, was special in ways familiar to God and his crew.

'Til one day the bear saw a terrible thing, the end of all life was at hand,
Cognitive dissonance, proscribed forgiveness, all conscious awareness now banned,
Rewriting history as tales of some victory, are bittersweet thoughts in the end.

Witches with stitches, like backstabbing bitches, this story you won't want to hear,
Grandstanding liars are felons for hire, with their guns they have nothing to fear,
Forked-tongue excuses, ceaseless abuses, the message is perfectly clear.

Self-righteous bigots on pulpits their spigots espousing these doctrines of hate,
Sisters and brothers, if I had my druthers, I'd damn each of you to your fate,
You can hang from a gibbet for all that you've done, to me and my only soulmate.

May these verses of rhythm and rhyme, in time, enlighten my fair-weather friends,
Quiet reminders that plunder asunder foundations that richly subtend,
The Earth as you know her has had quite enough of the villainous nature of man.