The Ballad of Wormwood

May they talk

but never do.

Intend the best

not follow through.

May they feel

that their ideals

Make them a cut above the rest

While in impact and action,

Reaction

distraction

They’re the same.

May they fall blindly through

The rabbit hole

Of endless posts, links,

comparisons

conspiracies

Let it take its toll-

On their stability

tranquility

ablility

To think critically.

“There’s a devil over there!”

Whispers the devil in their ear-

Twist the good around the bad

Make it all unclear.

Do what we do best

Wormwood, demon, dear.

Sow chaos.

Sow fear.

Sow apathy.

Reap atrophy,

Collapse.