THE INGLORIOUS SURRENDER
CANTO I
Part I
In starch demand
The U.S. waved her hand:
“Voiced” her ruff, un-polished stance;
Called to all. Be she enhanced
By brutish, seeking ways?
Here unfolds, displays
Her present “traps” and circumstance.
Of short of time
All freedom basic clime--
That universal “Bill of Rights...”
Her Constitution-- waived for might--
For “one and few” who slay.
Usurpation day!
What celebration! What delight!
Voting aside--
Soon “lockstep” abides:
Domestic pain shakes and fells
A prime economy too long held;
Coffers the rich; en-coffins
And heaps up orphans
With payment--and promised entrails.
Part II
And comes the dance--
The U.S. in grand romance.
Forging back in present day,
She cleaves the World. Not since Peleg
Has all felt such divide
Such tone, deed belied
Her principles--now “locked” away!
She hosts the ball;
Shrill, inglorious is her call:
“Stand at my side, chain links with mine.
Or else I say, ‘You cross the line!’
Such things I do teach well.”
Not only in Hell
Do fires consume the crime!
And so...the burden
Equally yoked upon foe and friend...
Backward! Backward marching!
Logic...reason? Not registering!
"Addressed" bombs and mishaps slay:
The two-step boogie.
She primps and primes; her compassion rings....
Part III
To forget the living
During love’s Thanking-giving--
And upon our faith of Christian balm;
We pledge to explode “their” Ramadan:
A pledge of “sweet” awares
To pacify our fears--
Pledging faith and God with “carpet bombs!”
In ten short months--
And marshalling on all fronts!
From “lit procession” on Congress would
“Light” the Bushes with “pagan-hood;”
Lock up the ballot box!
And reduce to rocks
“Rights” and “will”...and all for “public” good!
Say, Presidential?
And attempting “Walter Winchel:”
“Our economy’s toppling.
America, don’t you want a change?”
A sky no brighter blue,
America. Heart and true:
“No! Clintonian satisfies long range.”
But Congress and Court
Latched about the Nation’s throat
And “toyed” with Law and Liberty
Stripped all “rights” to nth. degree;
And “rolling black-outs “ fall”
--A prelude to hell
Upon the rise, courting scorn and misery.
But signs were there:
Our “Bushite,” and with great care,
Insisted that by his own hand
He shall roast and feast most grand
For July Forth
Upon the doves aloft.
Devour...having slain! Mercy...what sand!
Now...upon these shores,
Viral scares and paining hoards
Of tempests, terrors...and of loss.
O, Court and Congress, at what cost!
To crucify the “right”....
To Douse the light!
Now this tiered-three...welded, spieling froth.
Thus, of all’s season?
Come, yourself, gauge the reasoning:
Our “Bushite” offers sup and prayer
To Moslem tribes “presented” here
--And upon our demand;
His “edictal” plan:
To “punctuate” with terrors and fear.
( continued.......)
