And then the Head Elephant rose from the dead
Surprising and shocking everyone
All cheered, “He is alive!” they shouted
The opposition wrung their hands,
Beads of sweat poured from their brows.
They had been so sure, so smug of victory.
In the way God walks, mysteriously and silently,
That question is moot
God ordained the good of heart to eat it one more time
He was tired of do-gooders crying and not doing the right things
But doing nothing about the dire conditions they helped create
With puny efforts against obstinate opposing walls of resistance
Sluggish inaction bred complacency
Bringing foreseen conditions, as predicted
The minions celebrated their victory and rejoiced
They had reclaimed what they perceived to be only theirs
From today on things would be different,
Very different indeed
But all was not perfect in Elephant-landia
The bickering began as soon as the results were in
People chosen to lead by the Head Elephant were not unanimous
Happiness was short lived.
The Head Elephant would have none of it
He threw out the dissenters and dreamers
kept the Loyalists and made them sign an oath
meekly, but under a selfish indulgence, they signed
The Head Elephant threw a huge party for his followers
All had a great time
The Head Elephant looked around at the mono-chromatic color in the room
“My people! Enjoy yourselves, tomorrow we begin to recover our America."
All cheered and knew what he meant
The wait had been too long, now the wait seemed redundantly laughable
They felt God had indeed sent this leader to kick start the Fourth Reich.
And what a kick it would turn out to be.
All of the 95% felt real feel good
Profits would be much better now.
Is there a silver lining to this political takeover?
Is there any one who can understand their lack of heart?
Can anyone overcome this surreptitious fake moderator of change
regurgitating vile venom on the backs of lies, bigotry and self-righteousness?
God bless the child not born to wealth,
or the cripple afflicted with no healthcare insurance
or the elderly inflicted with no medicare or SSI
or the countless bodies lying in mortuaries
unable to be buried because they had no money.
But glory be to the powerful,
the rich, heartless Elephants of right wing conservative thought
that are beyond the law now
and companies who confiscate the Constitution and the Bill of Rights
along with the working man’s pay to grease the palms of judges
used to buy very biased courts
Glory be to all the Elephants
for they have the moola, the scratch, the money
stolen by rich, powerful and heartless Elephants of hotel construction.
And so goes the dream of yesteryear
down the porcelain commode
making moot the edict that one man one vote was the answer
but not when powerful Elephants get together
to conspire against the working man's vote
and the Constitution of the United States of America
Copyright © norberto franco cisneros | Year Posted 2016
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