Auguries

“Robin Redbreast in a cage,” So sweet this line from a bygone age! But now ‘tis not the heavens that rage; ‘tis Raging Ram who now holds stage. Raging Ram, who’s that? you ask. The truth to tell should be my task. The truth, the truth? Where art thou, Blake? Where once was truth, all else is fake. Before I tell of “Raging Ram,” here’s a word on Uncle Sam It’s safe to praise him, now he’s dead, And Raging Ram stands in his stead. As ”Raging Ram is doing just fine, to make laudations I’ll decline. Of naming names I am most leery, I, of politics grown weary! Diplomats may bray and bleat. What do I hear, if not a tweet? But Robin Redbreast long past hath flown. Birds know things to us unknown. ‘Twere best I also take to flight? No stomach have I for a l fight. With wingèd messengers all fled, ‘Twere best we poets go to bed?