They revel in their bliss;
happy, they, who hiss
at the educated masses,
eager to burn books into ashes.
The strong arms of stronger men,
they threaten violence just to win,
unwitting tools of the upper classes,
misinformed fools showing their asses.
The illiterati take pride in not knowing
how much they do not know;
noisily amplify the lies flowing
from crazy like a fox TV news shows.
Have never known the American dream,
they invest their truth in alt-right Internet memes,
and while claiming to know the founder's intentions,
vote to reduce their own hard-earned pensions.
They are terrified of the terror they think will unfold,
having swallowed most of the racist lies they were told,
and so rally to drive foreigners out of this land,
believing themselves to be God's helping hand.
There is no reaching the illiterati,
there is no cure for this cancerous rotting
that blinds the minds of those such as these,
who willfully lock themselves into cells with no keys.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2017