Erasing History

Nothing means 
anything any more
Empty language 
swirls in the fetid air 
“signifying nothing”.
Our hard-won Constitution
no longer promises.
History? What history? 

Our White House, 
the very symbol of democracy
with its famous rose garden, 
tended with love by many 
presidents’ wives,
destroyed, paved over
like any nondescript
hotel courtyard, sterile,
uninviting, lacking relevance.

East Wing façade only
to be removed (we were
lied to, as usual) as we saw
entire East Wing illegally
demolished, making way
for Trump’s monument to
himself, a tasteless nouveau-riche
ballroom, cheapened by
show-off gold and more gold!
History be damned.

Slavery, abuse of 
native Americans
and their children?
Separation of children
and parents, no legal recourse,
never happened, we’re told.
Did we once have a 
black president? 
Portrait hidden in
an unused stairwell. 
Only whites need apply.

“Word of Law” now 
meaningless jargon,
Decrees and decisions
bought and paid for
by the highest bidders,
sycophants to the power
at the top, evil radiating in
every direction,
like rivers of sewage
from a burst pipe.

Hate contaminating
all facets of life.
Governmental goals only
power and vengeance.
Grifted cash by a felon,
Our elected representatives,
sworn to protect us and our 
Constitution, instead relegate us 
to the dustbins of yesteryear.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Vaso Avatar
October 25, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Very well expressed.
Peckham Avatar
October 25, 2025 at 1:54 PM
Thanks for taking the time to read my piece and commentng. It means so much.
Jones Avatar
October 24, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Powerful! You hit all the points! Thanks for sharing.
Peckham Avatar
October 24, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Thank you very much for your considered comment. I truly appreciate it. I will be 97 next month, so I probably will never see how this all turns out!
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