hands stretch in every direction
as we ask our government for favors,
our leaders step up to the line but never over
still expecting their annual Valentines;
monuments are torn down to appease minorities
books of history rewritten by unmolested authorities
drinking in the wine of encouragement,
turning our back on truth's indictments;
madness cripples our new crown prince as he
tramples on the rights of his constituents,
painting lessons on the walls of subways
that only his enemies will find and read;
hands stretch in every direction
when it comes time to rob Peter to pay Paul
and the news of the day is censored as a
way of maintaining one's control of wisdom;
points-of-light no longer visible in our communities
when rioters and looters beg for forgiveness
but still destroy what's in their way, hoping to
lock themselves away in brothels for a rainy day;
staged reality shows capture our innocent despairs
of the minds yet to be reprogrammed by the
lesser known characters of the Broadway play
and we pay tribute to our new King and Master.
29 November 2020
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