kakistocratic lullabies

The young child lays in bed

Awaiting a story

Rhetoric slithers slowly 

The naivety of new life

Lullabies whispered gently

Unto ears unaware

Governments and leaders 

Wars and power

Dreams of youth poisoned 

Sinister true intentions

Relax, breathe, rest easy

Slowly close your eyes

An all too familiar scene

Our work here is done

We transition comfortably 

Into fascism