To the Mockers of Democracy
*I admit we're putting on quite a carnival for the world to see.
Putting our worst clown foot forward.
Fighting one another over rolls of toilet paper
Scorching our foundation, juggling our fragile humanity.
Because of an exception to the rule-
A tin star clown is looting the gold from our souls.
Putting one rotting apple on the windowsill,
For all the world to see.
We're putting on quite a show, aren't we?
Now you cock roaches come out of the woodwork
to kick us when we're down.
To lay our stars and stripes six feet underground.
We the people get our act together.
When we put our clown feet back in the closet.
When the smoke clears, and the stars re-emerge.
The mockers will come knocking on our door to get in.
Demanding things from the one they put down.
Hey mockers, even at our worst, we remain the shining model for the world.
The torch to light your dark caves, to show you the way out...
Democracy is a constant debriding-a molting of the soul.
We are in a painful molting phase right now.
The eagle is grounded temporarily.
This battered bird will come out lighter and stronger.
Fly higher than ever before.
Ask old King George or Adolph or Bin Laden.
Mockers like you will retreat into your dank holes.
Still yapping as your mental visas run their course.
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