The tyranny of stupid

When the very last day arrives

their violence

their lust

their killing

and their laughter

will be all that it left.

They will be the last

you see

and feel

and hear

as they extinguish you.

But long, long before your final humiliation

you must suffer denigration

of everything you believe in

everything you respect and love

Imagine how they felt

the ordinary

the educated

the moral

the likes of you and me

in Germany in those early days of Hitler.

Before their own fears came knocking.

Imagine their incredulity

their disgust

their anger

their doubts

their cowardice

when Brownshirted hoodlums

first beat up on the likes of us in the streets.

When violence was still too novel

to imagine you'd be next.

And then imagine the epiphany

in your gut

the cold rush of fear

when the violence

suddenly arrives for you

in orders barked

by violent, primitive thugs

gleeful in the delirium of their complete impunity.

Cruel men. Stupid men.

Men with the full backing of a pitiless state.

They ‘disappear’ the likes of you

off the streets

from your homes

from your places of work

with vulgar depravity

and casual violence

and schadenfreude.

If you as much as move a muscle.  

So you will come to fear these men

the type you only ever disdained

not for their despicable acts

but for their incapacity to reason

for their lack of compassion

for their blunt stupidity.

They are now your masters

and the likes of you

to them

are less than losers.

From this point onwards

they only get stronger

more resourceful

more confident

more ruthless

more violent

more brutal.

And when your final day arrives

which it will

no one will be there

to bid you farewell

because you are already long forgotten

among the countless likes of you.

Only they will be there for you

larger and more callous than ever

reeking with filth and alcohol and arrogance

to chortle

at your final humiliation

as you are herded into the death pens

like the sheep you have become.

The End