No photo, in deference
to our sensibilities.
The ashes of democracy
taste bitter in the mouth,
voices sickened, sorrowing,
filled with gloom,
and the certain feeling
filled with gloom,
and the certain feeling
of being doomed
to live a reality we never
thought we'd see, and yet
here we are, and it has
come to be.
The hard-eyed faces, mostly white,
the fists raised in salutes
to the angry king,
his eyes hardest of all,
his eyes hardest of all,
as he reveals his terrible plan,
spouting his obsessed untruths,
to rule like a tyrant
because now he can.
to rule like a tyrant
because now he can.
And even drunk
with all his power,
the Angry King
in his brightest hour,
is still not happy,
still is mad,
at all he feels
he should have had.
with all his power,
the Angry King
in his brightest hour,
is still not happy,
still is mad,
at all he feels
he should have had.
Where is outrage? where dissent?
They bow and smile to the terrible king,
that they've made god of Everything.
Hoping they'll be spared the lash,
they bend, servile, to kiss his ring.
It is indeed scary how people followed suit to not incur his wrath. Let’s hope the truth will out
ReplyDeleteOne thing about it, none of these faux kings seem happy at all, and they never will be. Nothing can ever fill their gaping emptiness.
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