Tis Not a Year For Fireworks
“And no bird weeping a lament
no bird crying the song of its honey voice
in the leaves of Spring’s many flowers
could outrun him
Pan, in song”
"Hymn to Pan,” The Homeric Hymns
Tis not a year for fireworks, when multitudes lie dying
While those in power obfuscate, fake news betrays their lying
Rue the day when counterfeit Pence spouts logic false decrying
That at last the tide has turned with more and younger expiring
As Pontius Trump unmasked washes his hands denying
All blame and then returns to golfing.
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