The Curtain Falls
The tyranny of the majority,
democracy oversold
The power of the people to cut and paste,
fat cats in control
‘Oh Ye Of Little Faith’ we are,
like rats inside a maze
Our government serving to best itself,
entitlement ablaze
The curtain rises for one last act,
this play now eons old
As despots steal the final scene
—where freedom’s bought and sold
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: March, 2021)
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