These six things doth the Lord hate: yea, seven are an abomination unto him: A proud look, a lying tongue, and hands that shed innocent blood, An heart that deviseth wicked imaginations, feet that be swift in running to mischief, A false witness that speaketh lies, and he that soweth discord among brethren. —Proverbs 6: 16-19 (King James Version)
Because you’re good, because you care—
Your enlightened, self-aware
Heart creates dark fantasies.
Then, at night, when no one sees
You try to spark them to life—
Diligently sowing strife.
Villainous slogans you spray
(Misspell some!) And then, away!
On the morrow, your deep sorrow
Sets the scene in which you star: “O!
“What hate-consumed loser did this?”
Evidence (with no eyewitness)
Lets you lament, pompously,
Declines in “civility.”
“Mobilize, to fight the hate!
“Act up! Unite! INTIMIDATE!”
Soon you’ve got, to your great glee,
A great university
With it faculties employed
Pandering to the paranoid.
The case, you hope, is never closed—
Though, if your fraud IS exposed,
You may still hope to be praised,
For the consciousness you raised.
The story broke in headlines bold;
Now, in small print below the fold—
The story’s grudgingly corrected—
But still the narrative’s protected.
Propaganda’s the manure
Nourishing the provocateur—
There’s no regret; there’s no remorse.
The hate is real; the hate is . . . yours.