The Dissenters

Poem – Interracial, Satire

We thought we’d rooted them all out, those dissenters.

By our progams of genetics, eugenics, brainwash and genocides, over the millenniae, we thought they were all but gone.

Those deniers of the necessity, and the inevitability, and the breathtaking beauty of war, death, and destruction.

But there they are, back again, like a rash on pure, unblemished skin.

What do they know?