Don’t bother
Clutching your pearls
Just deliver us
From nada
Solon musty skulls
Empty but huffing
To declare there must
Be a winnowing of nothing
A reflection thoroughly
Bandied then tossed high
An attempt to separate
What can’t be discrete
Prinking themselves in new clothes
Unaware they aren’t there
They deem gauzy outfits
Renegade and prepared
With fantastic plans
To source upheaval
And bring down
The rule of people
They sanction penalties
Against and give names to
Imaginary groups
Fitting the chimeric profile
Names have traits
And traits have personas
Prompting the aim
To take real blood
