NaPoWriMo 2025, Day 1
It’s April Fools’ Day today, but I don’t think we need it this year.
We’re living in a fools’ year, quadrennium, century, millennium…
But now the fools have taken the highest halls of power
Backed by the most absurdly armed military in human history
And protected by the largest organized gang in the world.
There have always been issues—a disgustingly gross understatement, I know.
Deep rot from the outset, up to all sorts of twisted depravity:
From land theft to genocide to rape as an act of war
Between breakfast and dinner with the family
Before setting out for more of the same the next day.
Erecting an empire on the bodies and blood of kidnapped slaves
And calling this unfathomable string of horrors manifest destiny.
But now the fools have been handed the highest halls of power,
Again,
Ruling with a chaos storm of the pettiest vindictive cruelty,
With wealth and privilege where their hearts and souls should be.
The sycophantic broligarchy jettisoning morals, ethics, and values
In a desperate attempt to draft behind the ascendent nerd,
All mincing and fawning before the would be child king,
Clamoring to stroke and appease his insatiably vapid eggshell ego.
Oh that all of it—every last horrifying bit—was merely April Fool’s Day.
© 2025 The Queer Quill
