The circus roof is strewn with stars.
Its sides are striped with white and red.
The acrobats swing on high bars,
And hang there till they're dead.
No children cheered the circus folks
Parading through the dusty town.
No laughter follows hollow jokes
From such a grotesque clown.
This masquerade we all mistrust,
For right before our weeping eyes,
We see the carnage in the dust,
The crimes clowns can't disguise.
With painted smiles he entertains,
Committed to his mad crusade.
The orange-coated men in chains
Know now they've been betrayed.
Forgotten in their costumes bright
Caged men are dying by the sea,
In silent shadows, out of sight
Beneath this grim marquee.
MAYBE IT WILL ALL CHANGE NOW
WITH THE NEW PRESIDENT.... I HOPE SO