CIRCUS

Written by: Maggie Huscroft

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