Damaging Toxins

How best can we free ourselves,
From an internal dilemma?
Without performing a national enema.
To declare it a mandate.
Done to cleanse our minds and bodies,
From damaging toxins.
Disease creating toxins.
That has poisoned us from head to toe.
Inside and out.
With a need to have it released.
Let go to be gone as this crap flows,
Into contaminated and sealed...
Barrels of buried waste.
Where everyone knows what it is.
And what it does.
When people feast to nurture,
Upon ignorance and not common sense...
That welcomes a self loathing to defend.
With a doing,
Making them mentally sickened.
And...
Attacking all facts to believe,
Their lives have been threatened...
By truth and its reality.
Hoping...
A way of life to have had fictioned,
Can be restored back to a time...
Before the progress of technology,
Could not reveal...
Any evidence to find and with proof,
Of dragons being slain...
By a swinging of a sword bearing warrior.
Or rocks thrown to stop giants,
From trespassing on land...
Stolen by those squatting.
Wherever they wanted.
Whenever they wished.
With a doing,
To declare themselves Pilgrims.
Settling on a rock they named Plymouth!