Little Horn Disconcerto
Play the bugle taps,
as the freedom flag is raised half-mast
Democracy is dystopian dead,
it’s a Greek tragedy
Hear that funeral procession drum roll,
and the coffin timbre of
brass octaves oval
A reed eulogy of arpeggio dictator notes
Oh, how sad were the ears
upon the protest-stricken faces;
their eyes downcast, ballot sick
Heavy metal blue sound,
cobalt cold
Strident trump tones blow D-flat autocratic
Listen unwell to the little horn disconcerto,
delivered at the Constitution burial
A tyrannical cacophony of tubular staccato
Play the discordant brass taps,
for the half-raised liberty flag is sundown past
Democracy got sent flatline sinking,
by lip valves KGB
furiously blowing off-key —
A treacherous windpipe blast
Such a submersed siren sound
The mighty city-state
(between the shores)
got voter sold as Styx cemetery property
O what a Greek tragedy!
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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