Nationalists
The blind patriot is now a parody,
A joke that lives,
Walks and breathes,
Among us,
Pestering us.
Yet was never one of us,
Was never a human,
A person,
But always a monster.
Lingering and trolling about,
So in a manner that the even the vulgar blush.
What poison they are to our world,
Our circle,
Our community.
That which could be peaceful,
They make unpleasant,
And forlorn
James J Jackson 