Abcs of American Democracy
Abundant wisdom appears to be lacking
Behind the halls of our venerable House.
Could it be our seers are slacking,
Drowned in the spittle of an untenable grouse,
Even now as our country falters?
Fickle spats and t.v. preening
Gives away reason’s Coventry, alters
Honorable tradition and the very meaning
Invoked by so-called “civil discourse”.
“Just us” is their constituency. But we all
Know this strident discord’s source.
Lions of Justice, indeed! See this pride, its fall
Moving near, scramble to avoid the cliff
Now looming. Must we repeat this farce again?!
Oh, if only Congress were devoid of stiff
Posturing, and was replete with compromise and bargain!
Quislings risk our Republic to sate a demagogue,
Recklessly, owing true loyalty only to their
State of dysfunction, their demigod, and a catalogue
Tallying the grievances of populist royalty. The heir
Unrepentant! Looking into the mirror’s reflection,
Vapid faces greet them, their lord’s superficial facsimile,
What do you call reps who see threats in every direction?
Xenophobes dependent on fresh fear. Look around and see
Young and old manipulated to act out of anxiety and sadness.
Zealotry is our cross to bear, our unending madness.
Copyright © Ben Throne | Year Posted 2023
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