Get Your Premium Membership

Death Valley of Dissent


The day Democracy died,
I was a little lad, yea, knee high

Papa turned on the telly
to watch the White House news
Curious to hear if the 
whether forecast rumor was true
Did the First Amendment reporters
get carried away
by a baton wavy sea of blue

Horrified streaming video voices said,
it was a shot live bulletin event
Terrified eye witnesses stammer bled
in the Death Valley of Dissent

This is what I saw
the fateful day Democracy died,
I was a mere lad, yea, only knee high

Me remember Mama sobbing,
wiping her reddened eyes
Broken-hearted pulse skipping,
repeating: “Why, oh why?” 
As freedom of speech believers
were wrongfully
read last rites in the streets
OMG! were the blog bleats

Palace guards were told to forge ahead, 
by orders of authoritarian consent
Replacing the non-lethal bullets instead,
in the dire Death Valley of Dissent

The tragic day Democracy died,
I was a small lad, yea, barely knee high

But, I’ll always remember
that sorrowful Constitution mourn
When freedom was abortion borne

Foul eerie, dark crimson reign 
was a-falling from abysmal, grey skies
A tsunami tide of muzzle pain,
cursed flood of voter suppression sighs

Watching pacifist protesters drop dead,
their peace signs
consumed by tyrannical flames of dread

I heard swastika shouts (guillotine hatred
coming down razor sharp, unedited)
from the Ivory Tower of Power,
saying, “Lady Liberty, off with her head!”

And the ballot tears got trampled dried
by the scattering lead
I saw the Bill of Rights defenders on their knees bent,
as their sacred write fell by the wayside
Dictatorial forces said,
“Only funeral marches in the Death Valley of Dissent”

To this day, tortured Democracy never got revived
Now, I'm a grown man
with a lion mane
And a firmament roar that can't be mute crucified

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 8/17/2020 6:14:00 AM
A very serious and enlightening poem on the course now being set.. We as a nation will eventually reap a sad harvest for the grave errors we as a nation are now making.. A fav.. God blss...
Login to Reply
Date: 8/16/2020 3:30:00 PM
Democracy's death is as 'Apple Pie' as the Ugly Extremism of the Left and the Right. The shrinking middle has disappeared. Now, it's 'Agree with me or die.' ... Enjoyed the read, Freddie. Here's to life after death! Light and Life, Gershon
Login to Reply
Date: 8/14/2020 6:08:00 AM
I am honoured to be the first to comment Freddie. A very apt piece for our times. I hope in November that Democracy will rise from the ashes.your words are potent poet. Blessings Richard.
Login to Reply

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry