Circus

Circus 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